Obverse

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Her stern copper face looks down on me,
Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi’s mother?
On closer inspection, can’t help but feel
That this is the Frenchman’s mad brother.

Bearing the torch and tabula ansata,
He invokes the chain of a broken law.
I am enlightened today –
Libertas is male: in shock but not awe.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2016/07/02/is-the-statue-of-liberty-actually-a-man/

Shy

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He jerks
The door open after bathing.
The steam oozes out a deep musky sigh.
She peek-a-boos through the pine door slats,
Across a narrow landing wanders her eye.

“Baby”, he calls her,
“Take a look – look.”
“Dis a wa form and born you.”
Her mouth open wide, peering in his eye,
She stands in shock as a pillar of stone.

Sniffle, snuffle, she starts to cry.
Crystal drops roll from her bashful brown eyes.
He leads her to the room on the right.
They lie down in a secure embrace,
As dawn breaks in through the curtains.

Nappy Hair

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Doesn’t matter how rich
or poor she is,
‘creamy crack’ is the antidote
to her nappy hair.
Can she go back? It’s difficult.

For if her hair is knotty
she ain’t happy –
so groomed
by sodium hydroxide
white people relax around her.

The burn of a perm
though excruciatingly hot,
her fiery scalp is worth it
as later she gently caresses roots
with ecstatic fingers.

In addition there’s an erroneous
friend in town,
from wig –
to an extension of reality –
100% protein filament

stitched/glued onto cornrow tracks –
weaveologists charge big money.
It  can be combed,  curled
and it will not melt.
It’s also been prayed on in Temples.

Tonsure, the cutting of hair
in religious devotion and humility?
The Indian woman’s stolen
in the dead at night –
a rite of passage

to sit upon this black lady’s head
thousands of miles away:
seemingly Godly but
now paraded in high esteem
though evidently not original.

Does anybody like me?

 

depression

Websites & applications fuel
“internet addiction” a condition
linked to depression
they say.

The way we communicate
rapidly evolves –
an integrated component
of human interaction.

Physicians weighed down,
placed in position
to judge whether this internet
is positive or problematic.

People lacking self esteem
turn to social media,
filling a void, resulting
in increased cyber activity.

The journaling and linear
associations measured in terms
of time spent &
frequency of visits.

Thoughts & actions exposed –
peers elicit senses
as envy propels an array
of distorted beliefs –

That others are happier
& more successful –
the addict trapped
in endless isolation?

 

15 Ways That Social Media is Killing You @ http://www.yurtopic.com/tech/internet/social-media-killing.html

 

 

Thinking

thinking is an important thing /
or concept best revelled in solitude.

was surprised when the commentator
revealed: by listening to music

one does not think.
or when reading a book

we are never alone but
engaging with the writer’s thoughts.

too, that solitude is different
from loneliness.

In the midst of the metropolis
the commentator said

you can still feel alone /
or garner

solitude amidst the people.
but

you are never quite solitary –
lonely – but not alone.

Back in the Day

I

A man happily roamed the forest of Juffureh
Looking for wood to make a djembe.

Dew glistened grass and croaking frogs and
Hungry vultures circled the dead.

How did it get to this?
Naked, chained and shackled

Gasping for air in the darkness.
Madness the English say. Utter madness.

II

Countless Africans
Set for the seas seeking a strange land.

The dinghys rock, the nights are black –
We hear sharks encircle the dead.

III

Residing under the sea bed
Slaves who failed the perilous journey

Cannot fathom the screams of drowning migrants:
They are astounded.

Of how a people once ferried across the seas
Force themselves on colonial masters

Risking life and more but are not welcome
Albeit by brutal means.