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Oblivion of the wretched

Jùmọké Bọlanle Adéyanju (2016)

 

I forgot the color of colonialism

and the bags of genocide at the market

forgive me.

 

They changed your name

to become the masters of your roots

forgive me.

 

The blood of lost running through your veins

you felt my trauma and my pain.

forgive me.

 

We are yet to fight for liberation

while being born Black is still a curse

forgive me.

 

Lost is the cure to restore our dignity

slipped through our fingers, wallahi

they treated us with contempt

only

 

if you make it to heaven

tell the perpetrators

We have had enough!

 

benevolence fades away

our blood, robbed

your birth marked with

curses.

I am weary

 

dying to heal.

 

Don’t forget the color of colonialism

and the bags of genocide at the market

and to survive

to survive

 

survive.

 

 

© Jumoke Adeyanju

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