The Reason, We Revolt Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

When the world around
us exist to reject our very
existence, distorts our
history and teaches us
his-story. Deface our
statues and monuments
and Baby-feed us greek
mythology, in that mist we
Learnt to relate to each other
in a foreign language,
articulate our pain with a
Cut-off tongue, our shouts and
screams are never heard.
And our pain is romanticised
by those who are tongue tired. while
we are continuously schooled to be
happy-slaves, to be good-blacks,
to hate ourselves and worship others.
The ungodly world, the civilised
nations have deemed us as non-beings,
the mere fact that we are melaninated,
gives this world a permission to
Label us
sell us
Humiliate us
De-humanize us
Colonise us
'Civilise' us
Mis-educate us
exploit us.
What's left of us, strapped
naked, our pain can't be denied.
our pain is the truth, the gospel
written on our wiped flesh, my
Wounded family, our pain demands
us stretch where it itches.

Our pain, our black pain is the
reason, we revolt.

|Suss KaMzibeni|