I Of The Dark Clay Poem by Maurice Kamau
I Of The Dark Clay
I won't paint myself white
I, of the dark clay
And my pottery too
I will touch my works
And say my words
In the feel of the rough
And the tone of the Mara lion
For I come from the dark clay land
And I don't need a white heart
Nor do I want the art
To paint myself white
I, of the dark clay.
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: heritage,pride,strength
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4/24/2024 1:58:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The naked realty of a peculiar being is nicely depicted..I loved your write.. congratulations..!!