|
Kola Boof
“Fraud” (A Poem)
By Kola Boof
The White Caucasoid has a
religion
He legislates
who is
REAL
who is not
He's the motherfucker I came all this way to Kill
--mistaking my nilotic blood
for her cold Ivory snot
when I had my first baby
When I had my first baby . . . this White woman expected
that I would put my baby down
and
march with her in the streets
the bloody Kotex in our hot, angry hands!
She says out of her mouth . . .
the same mouth she uses to eat with
That two-faced White Bitch says to my African face:
"Sister."
And she thought I should put my baby down.
So just imagine...how many ways she
calls me
racist
she calls me racist....because I don't
EVER
put my baby . . . down, who came out of the Nile between
my legs,
I don't ever watch my baby drown
Go get your newspapers . . . niggers!
Yes, you...niggers in Ghana, in Sudan, in America...in London
and don't let Mother Africa forget the niggerstock from Jamaica.
After all, you believe in
Tarzan
don't you?
You believe one drop makes you "White"
Ain't that right, niggers?
You believe the Arab and the Muslim is your brother . . .who
looooves
you
don't you, niggers?
Nevermind what Mommysweet told your lost Black asses.
'Cause let us not forget . . . sometimes you feel like
a motherless child.
Cowardly MIXED up bastards!
Khaferi ahn Katiatak
eyounSera, Naima
usrah
afiologo
My name is SUDAN. I am the goddess flower; I am the Nile. I love
above
all the men's Gods...my children.
Kola Boof. What kind of name is that? What kind of spell is
this charlatan woman trying to sell us? Why is it that her Black
flesh
only makes us think of...carnal things...why is it that her
mouth spews
flies from it . . . lies
Why is it that she is ugly to us. Why is it that her
story is one we have NEVER believed?
Why is it that any Muslim would want to kill her?
And how is it that a Muslim Arab newspaper devoted an entire
article to her . . . a woman . . . a woman written about and denounced
in a place where women are rarely ever mentioned?
What is it about Africa . . . that everything from it . . . is a fraud?
Or a
curse? Or unbelievable? Or dare Jesus Christ say it . . . "nappy"?
And who
does this uppity Fire Witch think she is?
Who told her she could come here and kick her shoes off?
I am SUDAN. I am a wife. tima . . . selah, selah.
Once...I had a God who loved me. His black serpent entered all
inside the fleshy corridors of my palace.
This was how I created the earth's first garden.
In our unreality...we took delight; we were high on the Sun.
And when the eyes of my Rapists fell upon me...they thought that
I
preferred deceit...Deceit...
above true love.
I am Sudan. I am the mother of my father.
I am born under the Goddess
of Trees (March). Men are trees. I am baptized by Buk. I am
Naima,
the one who is Victorious; the one
who is praying.
I am the maker of the holy coffee (tima usrah)
I am Kola Boof. I am not a fraud.
Not even death can Silence me.
I came to stay.
* *
* * *
|
