(FOR THOSE IN THE DIASPORA)
If you fear overtakings
Because the foundations of your birthings
Shake like the grounds
Being walked on by elephants uncountable
Take no guns to bully the blacks
Wake your forefathers
Wake them from their accursed graves
To send them back to their roots
To make them the royals they were born to be
To give them the identities they lost to serve
To give them the paths that years erased
Then like a myth
They will vanish from your sights
II
If you feel wronged to live with them
Forget not their forefathers
Who were grinded like black vegetables
And appeared red like grounded pepper
For their juices of hardwork to garnish
The wealths which make you walk like peacocks
In a pagent with baboons …
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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