Adigun Temitope Idealism | Africanism

My father once told me
That our colour is a revolution.

He told me that our blood
Is for war,
& our minds are shelters during & after war.

My father told me that our ladies
Are remnants of war,
That their bodies are carpet of rapes.
He played me a tape;
Inside are recorded sounds of freedom,
Inside are recorded sounds of jubilation,
Inside are recorded sounds of celebrating monkeys – that was what they called it
Inside are victories songs,
That are just left for imaginations.
Oh we are still in blurred lines
Of punctured imaginations.

© DATI 2019