African Voice Poem by Adorn Keketso

[they] call me
the dark skinned
spiral hair beauty
a polished gleaming
brown gold
that can never be sold
my story began
before my survival
it's the existence of my true being
my existence dictates
the narration of my true life story
I am the 'history'
the past
the now
the future
the time
the space
God's face
the true reflection of humanity


I am the hero of my own life
the architecture of my origin
no man alive can stand the
struggles of a black child
and I'm not the lust
and never will be the last



[they] labell me a kaffir
a philosopher of facts
and the origin of truism
a black seed of the drunkard
a mere creation of the prostitute
manufactured in the black society
and sold to the streets of poverty
society of the wise husslers
where a slice of bread is to be
'shared'



[they] label (US) the true humanity
the true origin of Love
here [they] come
calling me an allien
in the country of my origin
when oral stories around fires
declared [them] the landless
[they] counter-act with 'cow-
mirror' stories
and civilization
to brain-wash the brain of a black
child
and dillute oral stories
to make our heroes useless


[they] call me the negative dark
force
not realising their soul is dark
their white skin is flowing with a
scourge of allien diseases
and my skin is brown
the incubation of love
where respect is embalbed
to be served in a warm dish of
unity
they shun the philosophies of
Frantz Fanon
propounded by Dr Kaunda and
Sékou Tourré
and feed a black child Greek
philosophers
defile his logic with Greek
mythology.



O' they label me an African
the Son of Moshoeshoe
the child of the Khoi San
the daughter of Seretse Khama
the product of Biko
'black is beauty'
'black is unity'
black-love
black-unity
black-humanity
black-white
I am the spirit
the oxygen
the soul
the life and death
just like you! ! !