AN AFRICAN CHILD by Jamiu Ahmed

AN AFRICAN CHILD

I'm the lost historical fact

Written in an unknown book

Kept in an ancient library, veiled

by dust & cobwebs, left unread

My mother is the beautiful virgin

with a bankrupted hymen, like the

tainted glory of a crispy white cloth

with red blood splashed all over it

I'm the starved tyke of a pecunious

father, whose pocket is filled with

Unspent cowries crying to be fagged

till they finally decay in his captive

I'm the cracked voice from a frustrated

lip, singing song of sorrow in solitude

like an homeless orphan left alone to be

bruised & smashed by life, yet unbroken.