Someone somewhere tells me that I
am his African queen.
That I am his goddess,
That my body is bountiful. That my
body is rich with a fertility blessed by
40 days and 40 nights of rain.
That my woman’s hips carry a history
of a thousand men’s past.
That my woman’s hips, are a crafted
masterpiece, borrowed from rib of
man, ground into powdered
submission and kissed into life by the
almighty.
Someone somewhere tells me,
That my woman’s hips, dance a
rhythmic path of delicate imprints.
Imprints of heel and toe coming
together, married, on this canvas of
earth.
Someone somewhere tells me,
That my woman’s hips were
Brushed into existence by Wangechi
Mutu’s contemporary strokes of the
feminist narrative,
Brushed into existence by caricatures
fashioned in the likeness of Saara
Bartman,
A sister of the KhoiKhoi tribe, forced
to dance, to sway HER woman hips to
the rhythm of French exhibitionism.
Brushed into relevance,
Acceptance
By controversial palettes and oils of
Renoir.
Flesh into colour, colour onto canvas
Canvas onto flesh.
Someone somewhere tells me
That my woman’s breast pours
passion into the hearts and spears of
my tribesmen.
That my woman’s tears shower
devotion into the arms and legs of my
brothers and fathers,
Enabling them to cultivate the soil.
Someone somewhere tells me that I
am his Nubian princess with my long
twisted braids that swing to the
rhythm of my waistline
That he cannot help but drink,
Drink…
my sweet, plum-‐tasting, golden-‐
quilted, cocoa-‐scented, silk-‐struck,
ebony-‐ransomed, wine-‐tasting…
skin.
Yet someone somewhere tells me that
the pearls in my eyes have celestial
ties,
That cry
With…
Impregnated prophecy
A Biblical Odyssey
That forsees
A new Alkebulan,
A new Africa
Someone somewhere tells me that I
am mother Africa.
That my body is bountiful. That my
body is rich with a fertility blessed by
40 days and 40 nights of rain.
That my woman’s hips carry a history
of a thousand men’s past.
That my woman’s hips, are a crafted
masterpiece, borrowed from rib of
man, ground into powdered
submission and kissed into life by the
almighty.
Someone somewhere tells me these
things.
