POSTCARDS TO AFRICA by Kush Kerma

Daughter of afrika
you cried and your tears found no comforter
they combed straight the kink from out of your hair with a burning comb
you cried
they bleached the soils from the skin with poisons
you cried
they forced you to walk in a fashion strange and alienyou cried
they tortured you to walk on spikes to accentuate your curves at market
places of lustful rapists
you cried
they ripped your undergarments and defiled you sacred places
you cried
they gave you food and falsities to blindfold your young
they paraded you with handbags and taught you to believe in your burden
you cried
we went into the fields to toil in yokes
today a few slew the beast and we are come
dry your tears,cry no longer
you have found your comforter
we set sail at daybreak