Francis Kokutse Poems
|41.||Dancing To Despondency||12/15/2017|
|42.||Blind To Reality||12/15/2017|
|43.||The Darkened Daylights||12/15/2017|
|44.||Me, The Mocking Bird||12/15/2017|
|45.||I Have Wronged You||6/8/2006|
|46.||Do Not Take Away The Light||10/7/2008|
|47.||My Silence Is Pregnant||8/14/2006|
|48.||My Caribbean Pearl||6/19/2006|
|49.||I Am Already Dead||7/21/2006|
|50.||Listen To Me||7/13/2006|
|51.||Flow Like A River||8/29/2006|
|52.||Concerto Goree In 'A' Minor (For Maya Angelou)||7/17/2006|
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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 ...
My Caribbean Pearl
She treads the earth boucing her back
like an Ashanti royal walking towards
Kejetia market with an adinkra adorning
her chocolate coloured skin that the
sun has made to look smooth.
She smiles like the woman who sits
under the nim tree near the estuary
at Anyanui exhibiting her wares