No! You should know me
tears and torn torsos
Heralded your dawn
Built your city
Under the eye of the sun
But you push me into
The wombs of dusk
Ask! I conjured the berth
That carried the bed
Of your lustful ancestors
You were
But a mere thought
In the bossom of heated loins
I am your threshold
You know me!
Wailings of my fathers
Should hunt your nights
And cast a hue on your days
Charred skin and clipped lips
Ripples of blood
From the fury of your whips
Ah! You still don't know me?
I am your eden
You are my hades
And when before my sight
Your nation shall bow
I shall whisper;
You are white, I am black.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully done.liked it.