Best Senegalese Poems
Take me back to my mother's womb
Where darkness was light
Vision my perspective and my third eye well versed
Fluidity championed my freedom, movement boundless.
Where the only ropes that tethered me
were cords that brought nourishment to my blood,
limitless were my stores
My soundtrack the constant beating of the heart that accepted me
before I encountered...you
...and me
Please take me back to my mother's womb
Where my tears mingled with the waters that surrounded me
never to be witnessed by man
These same waters that buffered the inevitable jarring of my body
and ultimately, distortions in my soul.
Toil was not known to me as hours became days, weeks, then months.
My form, strength, it simply became, effortlessly as was originally decreed.
Oh! I beg you, take me back to my mother's womb
Where visions of my Creator were still vivid
and instructions for my purpose well memorized!
My buttocks still smarting from being bounced on my ancestors' knees
as I listened to stories as good as my own
Clear in my mind, the echoing laughter of my Asian sister to come and
the Senegalese brother that never was, as we played innocent games awaiting our calling...
Listen to me, as I plead with you to take me back to my mother's womb,
where all was as it should be.
REMEMBER RUBEN
Sons of peasants
Insolent and craving
For Grandeur, nay for
Moneys
Trampling to death,
Proud, oh! Too proud
To see death beside
Just waiting the
Hour.
Sons of
Officers and officials
Pale, empty, worldly
Certificates at shaky hand
Oubliettes, wine and whores
They prefer to our flags
And behind they lag, rank
Commandoes
Devouring and
Devoured
Forgetting the killing
Diseases
Aids!
Senegalese riflemen
Chadians of early sacrifices
Heroes of the resistance
Past warriors
Who for freedom died
Here or there
Remember Ruben,
Ouandié Ernest
Manga Bell
Martin Paul Samba
Félix Roland Moumié
Njoya
Ahidjo
Who said that these
Were not brave?
Let new heroes emerge
From the North
In Fotokol
And Kolofata
Let heroes come home
Singing our national anthem
O thou land of our fathers!
" Living love is better than prophecying love "
Quote by poet
Why loving them?
loving them more
comfort them
As they have generational fear.
Always think about the revenge
Of the good people they ill-treated for centuries.
President Cyril Ramaphosa once said in Senegal,"
We are here today because of our goodhearts
and respect that we showed majority westerners."
South African President spoke the truth
in front of thousands of senegalese youths.
It is difficult for majority Africans
to oppose their Ubuntu spirituality
( which is standing on true love )
because of some strangers
who invaded African territories.
Continue Loving some ( racists ) discriminators,
They will change one day.
September 01/2023
In Ceuta
A Senegalese sat on a stone near the sea
he had tried to get to Spain but didn´t make it.
A nurse spoke to him hugged him.
God smiled down to both of them,
this moment of tenderness.
Not so the monster calling itself the social media
they purred scorn on them.
Not only was he black and she white,
racism is alive, he was also a refugee who had sought a better life
which millions of Europeans had done when persecuted?
when seeking work in the USA
and freedom from oppression.
Europe has become a haven for haters intolerant and obscene
a place where right-winged populism will bring us down the path
to the stone age of Nazism