“Black” is what you call me; in those moments I too fail to find the right brown to
describe me. Somehow this skin matches perfectly
with my eyes.
“Great pair of tits”.
Without ‘the wonder bra’;
the imperfections of one
hanging lower than the other, declares my womanhood.
Somehow this gives power for some to discriminate,
dictate my rights;
often I find myself swimming in the pool of inequality.
“Friendly smile” that’s where they always leave it.
Never digging below the surface;
into a mind bursting with;
always hope, joy, peace, love, wisdom,
and sometimes dismay, anger and fear.
© Cleopatra Chipo Kuuya 2010
I heard it before I saw it.
A resounding rhythm
that sang not to the ears
just straight through the soul.
lullabies soft, addictive;
beating at one with the heart.
It begged to theme all dreams.
The more I heard
the more I desired
to become the subject
of the trumpet song.
©Chipo Kuuya 2004