Me a Racist
It was overcast this morning with fine rain
but as an offensive racist, I’m
I forced myself to get up at eight and take
a shower. The water was cold no more gas
I called myself some slurring racist words.
Kicked the mirror, the one in the hall that had seen
me nude and laughed, went out to buy a new
bottle, my racist wife- she is from Kinshasa and
dislike men with red hair- asked why I didn`t
buy two gas bottles and keep one in reserve, like
I should be kind to a racist.
Categories:
kinshasa, brother, care, cute love,
Form: ABC
A Holly Day in May
the building is eerily empty today, everybody
has gone to the beach, even those in wheelchairs
I sit on the verandah in the hope of tanning
my scalp looks so white in the bathroom mirror
I used to sit in the sun and get a deep tan
which gave me skin cancer
Do the Gaza people sit in the sun away from their
tents, now bombed, because Gaza has nice
beaches and turquoise water.
The Israel monster regime keeps killing Palestinians
daily, 60 here and 40 there
It has been noticed, that more Jews are leaving
Israel, then newcomers to this Paradise of evil
I went to the pharmacy yesterday and wanted to buy
a self-tanning product, the person who served me
came from Congo, shamefully, I lost my nerves
and bought aspirins.
My wife, born in Kinshasa, said I was a racist
Once, when she was a stewardess, she met
the fabled Roger Moore, I say no more but has
a nice-looking daughter
I read Joe Biden talking about ********, maybe
he wished for one
We all have sexual fantasies, a curse for old men
Categories:
kinshasa, abuse, appreciation, baptism,
Form: Blank verse
The canvas shoes in Kinshasa
Once when the time was right
A sweet girl had her picture taken
because she was seven years old
and in her mind, almost a grown-up
Dressed in a white blouse and skirt
pressing a pair of white canvas shoes
to her chest
New and not worn by anyone,
hers alone, she had refused to put
them on, they were going to last
forever and ever.
little girls to grow, and one day, she
was a beautiful young woman and
married the man she desired
Five children they had, but tragedy
struck, she became a widow
Africa was a restless place
she had
to leave her farm and memories
no one can ever take away.
She lived to be old when she died
her shoes from the glorious past
was found wrapped in silk paper
Categories:
kinshasa, addiction, allah, america, best
Form: Blank verse
A private moment
As a boy, I liked to fish
in a creek that had a narrow stream
where I sat on a stone dreaming
as I didn’t care for trout.
I wanted to be a sea captain
sailing to Africa
that, in my mind, an idyllic place
My ship never sailed to that continent
In Portugal, I met a woman
from Kinshasa
one can say without being sentimental
Africa came to me.
Categories:
kinshasa, africa, best friend, books,
Form: Bio
What fame can do
Parked outside the local supermarket I saw a Rolls Royce
I straighten my shoulder and walked in with dignity.
The staff looked tense like an Imam had visited a church sermon.
Then I saw him, a tall elegant man deeply tanned, I can´t say black
anymore, but my wife comes from Kinshasa.
He walked around the shop looking at things unnerving us,
finally, he bought an apple, ate it on his way to the rolls,
Threw the apple core away entered (open-topped)
And drove away.
The staff was relieved, told me he was a famous actor,
It is not every day such an elevated personality visited our shop.
Categories:
kinshasa, assonance, blessing, cinderella, crush,
Form: Blank verse
American racism
I don’t understand it
Well, so they are former slaves
But that was long ago why are they
And the whites harbouring
Resentment about it.
Can’t the let it go!
I’m married to a mixed-race woman
From Kinshasa
It is part of her being and never has
I heard a word about it.
Nevertheless, American racism
Is alive and well and resides in the heart
Of every American.
We had an American visitor he was
Exceedingly polite to my wife, which
Annoyed her because it was a form of racism
She had never encountered before.
Well, he has gone back to Florida and lives
In a white enclave.
It is a mystery to me why white Americans
Are unable to see a black person
And behave normally, blacks
are not made of glass.
Categories:
kinshasa, 8th grade, anti bullying,
Form: Blank verse
In Kampala African queen lives
In Johannesburg African queen sleeps
In Nairobi African queen smiles
In Lagos African queen sings
In Kinshasa African queen dances
In Addis Ababa African queen debates
In Juba and Mogadishu Africa queen weeps
To Kigali and Accra African queen flies
In Churches African queen prays
In supermarkets African queen works
In airships African queen flies
In foreign lands African queen creates
Beautiful African queen wake up
The world you adore selectively cares
Do not be notorious in beauty and elegance
But lacking in self-esteem to live own life
African queen, the world harvests you dearly
Reject the trash offered and grab the grains
Categories:
kinshasa, africa, beauty, metaphor, song,
Form: Lyric
Me a Racist
It was overcast this morning with fine rain
but as the offensive racist, I’m
I forced myself to get up at eight and take
a shower. The water was cold no more gas
I called myself some slurring racist words.
Kicked the mirror the one in hall that has seen
me nude and laughed, went out buying a new
bottle, my racist wife- she is from Kinshasa and
dislike men with red hair- asked why I didn`t
buy two gas bottle and keep one in reserve, like
I should be kind to a racist.
Categories:
kinshasa, anti bullying, assonance,
Form: Bio
The Racial Issue
I know nothing about being black but when black people
speak about childhood poverty I sense empathy I too know
how it feels like being dismissed
Once I was invited to a birthday party by people who were
serious, I had nothing to give so my mother gave me two
tins of sardine in olive oil and the had very colourful
labels. I still hear the laughter it caused and still stings me
like being attacked by a beehive .
I`m not a nice person if I go into a shop and the staffs talk
into their phone I make my displeasure loudly I dislike
being ignored meekness left me years ago.
So I`m trying to say people can only discriminate against
you if feeling inferior. My wife, born in Kinshasa in Congo
does not understand black Americas struggle with slavery,
but it is up to the black Americans to rise above it.
Categories:
kinshasa, absence, abuse, adventure, africa,
Form: Blank verse
Oh! Mother Africa!
From the East to the West, from the North to the South of
Africa is strife, killings, starvation and poverty
Brothers killing brothers
And innocent bloods are being shed every day
Arise! Mother Africa and save your child.
Give hope to the hopeless
And strength to the weak
Liberty to the oppressed
Peace to the restless and succor to the needy
From Free town in Sierra Leone
to Darfur region in the Republic of Congo.
From the Niger Delta region in Nigeria to Monrovia in Liberia
From Addis Ababa in Ethiopia to Sudan
From Luanda in Angola to Kinshasa in Zaire
From Cape Town South Africa to Nairobi Kenya
Let there be peace, love, unity and prosperity in the Land
Dear Mother Africa!
Show us the way and save Africa your beloved child in whom you are
Well pleased.
Categories:
kinshasa, courage, peace, mother, africa,
Form: Light Verse