The Black Teacher

Even if it rains in white snow, I will shelter my head under a black umbrella. For the white storm that splattered the bones of Nehanda and Kaguvi, i will always dangle a black pendent. For the white oriented hatred that narrowed the life of Martin Luther Jnr, I will smear this black powder on my skin to dwell in rememberence Even if it pours in red blood, I will with me carry a black umbrella. For the black dye that was used to die the grey hair of our ageing fathers for sale in foreign lands, I will not trade this umbrella for a penny. For all the fallen heroes whose names were never written on black tombstones, I will always wear a black beret in my heart. Call me black, nothing is at stake. I take all the bullets if the sound of the gun keeps the world awake. Do not shed a tear.... ...the poem just did- Read-the- poem-ALOUD If you are proud to be black.