Let us not be
as slave ships walking
in run over shoes;
We too are the children
of nature—Garden of Eden
offspring:
Africa, Ethiopia, Sudanese
people of the Tree.
Let us not be
as boiled eggs—rather
fertile raw eggs—incubating
waiting to unzip chained creativity;
Writing of love imaging
the pain, beauty and hope
of life lived loving
the who we want to be
and not always protesting
the who we were then.
Let not the ebony word
be chained and merely limited
to rusty protest melodies.
Let us also canvas words
stroking metaphors and similes
of lived love and laughter:
In the freeing up of selves
let’s totally liberate the muse
of our creative humanity.