Gerald Ewa Ewa Poems

When you dig me out of the belly of the earth,
I will be black as soot and unrefined.
Of course, my hair, thick and curly, will still rain down its unadulterated blackness.
And please, when you take out my tongue, don't cringe, because it will be the same: bold and audacious, cutting out, prunning if need be, and healing. And don't expect it to cower in silence at your threats any longer. I am proudly African.
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