Finding Truth In Representation
Swollen bellies
Void of food
Comfortable flies
Fly around
the African child
Muddy huts
are their home
With 10 cents a day
you're doing a
favor
THIS ISN'T THE TRUTH
The ignorance is over whelming
And the history is hidden
And white-washed
And damaged
Culture striped from them
As the boats arrived
To the land of the "free"
And the home of the "brave"
Now they are left
hating their home
Hating their
Beautiful
melenated skin
Hating their
Beautiful
wooly hair
Hating their
Beautiful
diverse culture
But let me tell you
That I'm proud of where I come from
and you should be
Too
But let me tell you
That I know the truth
and the media
does not portray
That truth
Cities are soaked in wealth
Natural resources are abundant
Beauty is painfully present
There are houses
There is food
There is water
And we don't need your 10 cents a day
YOU ARE READING
Chronicles of a Nigerian American
PoetryA lil poetry for your soul, to empower, uplift and inform. It entails what it's like to be a black girl in America. The poems are not in any particular order, skip around as your heart may desire. ****Picture in cover is not my art
