The Lachrymal Desperation Of The Westernised African Child Poem by chize ryan ogunkah

I am like the unblemished African impala
leaping high from the depth of the African entrails
into the unfriendly grasp of the enchanting west.
where the deceptive soothing chants of assimilation
attempts to conceal and rob me of my African purity
in order to embalm me in the contradiction
that is the western reality patterns.
The sweet sweat drops from my faithful forehead
becomes the acerbic drops in the taste buds of the pallid gob
that chooses to consume the twisted lies
that betray the true and innate African experience.
That African reality
where stars shine brighter in the darkened sky
and fall to the earth to grace the birth of a true African child.
A sky that dances at the meeting of two lovers' hearts
and yet, protects the melanin jewels that lay below within her caring grasp,
where moonlight folk-tales are passed down from progenitor to posterity.
Then giving way to the warmth of noon and tunes
that make vivid the colours of the African experience,
from the heights of the Kilimanjaro to the depths of the River Nun,
and from the sagacity of the ancient mind to the naivety of the innocent kind.
If only the rains from the African sky and Nun waters can purify
and set free from the soiled grasp of the western concoction
then once more will I dance unbridled to the rhythm of the African chants
for I am the steady rhythm of Alkebulan
just like the dancing waves on the ancient seas