Ofentse Mercy Hajane
Ofentse Mercy Hajane Poems
I Am An African Child
I am an African child.
How do I know this?
Because I listen to sounds of life long lived.
Do not cite me any parchment of thine god,
For we all know there's no such.
I know that because I am an African child.
When you wake up in the morning,
I ask you not to pray for me,
'cause prayer can never be traded in for food,
Nor for love.
I am an African child,
When they said hide the truth in the book,
They also hid a lie besides it.
Three guesses what my brother chose!
I know this because ...
Black & Untitled
Unto the midst of hell.
I remained chained to my warrent of freedom.
My body knows only the scourge that
dwells deep within the scourgerer.
With thorny whips they tear open his ebony skin.
With his grey hair he seem to feel no pain.
But pain he does endures.
But a foriegn name he won't be given.
Out loud he calls,