I Don'T Know You Poem by muideen olawale jimoh

No! You should know me
tears and torn torsos
Heralded your dawn
Built your city
Under the eye of the sun
But you push me into
The wombs of dusk

Ask! I conjured the berth
That carried the bed
Of your lustful ancestors
You were
But a mere thought
In the bossom of heated loins
I am your threshold

You know me!
Wailings of my fathers
Should hunt your nights
And cast a hue on your days
Charred skin and clipped lips
Ripples of blood
From the fury of your whips

Ah! You still don't know me?
I am your eden
You are my hades
And when before my sight
Your nation shall bow
I shall whisper;
You are white, I am black.