23.09.24.
OLUFADE RIDWAN OLADIPUPO
Dark tone of radiant melanin I saw
Flames of fairness root attached
Wiggling in her grace with pride;
Pride of detained flaws of submission
grace of gifted golf granted to ungifted bugs
She has all that the world has ever quest for
Behold! She seems not beneficial to it
She is like a meek calf drained by parasites.
She has the hottest view of revelation
She has ground for stable fitness
Arable and fruitful is her womb of infinity
Blessed with attributes known as resources
An attributes being stripped off and subdued.
Her hand cuffed in suffocation
Battling corruption like a cancer
Grieving and moaning for salvation
Salvation of savory source of sole freedom.
She growls while her mates sigh
Overworked and stressed like a disaster
Aigoo! remember?
She is the source of all her sighing mates
She is the she, they are her shadows
For they derive from and rely on her;
Her womb of infinity
Which none of these could make her
the best of a kind.
Nature spare and snore under her shade
But no good attainable has she tamed
Segregated palate of aversion was she rewarded
Impertinence was her payback
She's buried as a lower class hag
By those parasites detaining her attained attributes.
Third world they spit at her
Mockery was their words of appreciation to her;
Deprived of derived attributes
An attributes of no honky-dory reward.
Mama Africa she is
Gawking around like a hawk
Searching for dawked mawk
Captivated and brutalized by so called parasites
Who are not ready to bargain for her life liberation
But smear her spear if spare
She has got the keys to unlock herself
Alas, she still ends up being betrayed
By her inner self;
Her inner self of dark and fair melanins.
