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A poignant poem about the exploitation and subjugation of Africa and Africans, by Deeya, exclusively for Different Truths.
I am a 21 year old African Africa resides in my blood Ivory hairs bemoan the riddle of life We bear the brunt of your guns the stigma while you loathed and bathed in our blood fair skinned traders you marvel in our mysteries dark savannahs grow fierce with the hunt-the scourge of death inundate our jaws , creak and groan under years of servility Why, you rule us- "Mistah Kurtz- he dead" broken voices ruffled murmurs unable to sing Amen! Bewitching Africa your colonial upheavals our painted bodies, wooden drums Our voodoo You trade in death Lilacs, purple hibiscus our ancestors the occult practices Innueumerably bind us to the soil Our hopes our dreams and survival.
Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths
