A Negro’s Love Song Poem by ANTHONY ANIGBATA

I sing to you a black man’s song
His succulent love song.
I shall read you poetry
Poetry written in the moon
Not under this scotching summer sun
That sits smiling
On our scalps.

I shall sing a Negro’s love song
To your hearing, my darling.
Believe it’s all true these lyrics
That comes from,
A black boy’s lips.

Not vulgar, not violence
This Negro’s love song
And it’s all about you my Negress
And the love we shared
You fair one.

The love we shared,
When with youthful wings we flew
To the forest, our love nest
Far away from the streams
Were maidens who fetch
Early morning water for home use
Would disturb
Far from our homes
Where gossipers sit in huts
Sharing a single yam in calabash.

In the night
In the day.
Under the sun
Under the moon.
Not vulgar, not violence
This Negro’s love song
And it’s all about you my Negress
I sing.

I sing a
Black man’s song,
His succulent love song
To your hearing, my darling
Love-me, love-me, my Negress.