Francis Kokutse Poems
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Concerto Goree In 'A' Minor (For Maya Angelou)
Oh! Oh! ! Oh! ! !
This is not a cry of pain.
It is the sound of the push of
the pangs of the birth of a tale
that l have carried like a pregnacy all my life.
If it sounds like laughter to you
then know that l am laughing at
their ignorance of our ways.
They would not understand.
That is why they say Maya is a poet
but she is not, it is just the jeliya
that has put words into her mouth to
say to the people of the new world
what her grandmother would have
said in the village square long ago.
Jelli, jelli oh jelli let the drum roll ...
Leave Me Alone
On a Monday, the Pastor said
you fed on my destiny and killed
all my dreams and hopes.
Then, you returned to tease me of
all that l could have achieved but failed.
He said on Tuesday you killed my joy
and that was the day that Effia died
because you and your friends fed on her