AFRICA RACISM

MAMA’S POT

Obroni,

If you need to know

Why my skin is coal

I’ll bless you now

With some knowledge bow

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Mama cooked me in her special pot

With fire from the sun

And work from her womb

Turning me in and turning me out

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Yes, mama cooked me in her special pot

I knew no cot

Under the motherly palm

Whose roots are pillars unbreakable

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Nanny palm fronds lay to welcome me

As I roasted and roasted

In love so divine

To burn the gems of my delicate skin

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I was covered in black which the bright sun fears;

The melanin that none understands

A conundrum it is

But mama cooked me in her pot

To protect me and give me options

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I could be like you if I go by creams

But my mama cooked me in her special pot

A special pot made like a priceless zone

By God Almighty

And I’ll never trade that for anything

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, #GHANAIAN #GHANAIAN POETESS., #RACIAL DISCRIMINATION, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

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