BLACK SKIN IN MY SONG

BLACK SKIN IN MY SONG

By Evelyn Okoth Ongogo

Hate her or love her
Love her or hate her
But she remains my centre of passion
She is the pot
Where my life’s concoction brews
The hearth that vomits energy to my feet
The spear that pierces trouble
In every egg
Born by the burdens of life
Sometimes she burns with gaiety
When things go wrong
Sometimes she cries like a baby
At the face of a fair storm,
Sometimes she coils back timidly
And tuck herself when fear confronts her,
But she won’t give up!
Burnt and Roasted
Shaken and Broken
Beaten by rain and hail stones
Redeemed and Revived
Made and Re-made..
She is my woman!
My BLACK woman!
My person!
My star!
The strongest character I know
She loves when she wants..
And Won’t when she Won’t
But she won’t wear hate
She is the Man in my homestead
Sawing and harvesting
When seasons come and go
Out, she ousts words where they are stuck
She is the Woman I want to be
She is the BLACK-SKIN in my song!

#DICHOL

See more of her poetry here

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