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Do not cite me any parchment of thine god,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 ...
Despair throttle down my spinal cortex
Reason lost in shock
Washed by the sound of a howling motor vehicle.
One that befriended death
Or was it its twin?
It stood open like an alligator basking in the sun.