I see the end products of what I have envisaged.
The tall buildings,
The traditional architecture,
The intricate patterns
Of Mfon`s dress
Made out of purple linen.
The world that I have created
A stunning spectrum of colors,
The truth that is “Africa”,
I remain blinded by the pressure to please
To offer up ransom for my perceived flaws
To accept my blackness as an impairment unfixable
Such is my past that I have had to relive the days
When I was plunged into a sea with no lifesaver,
A sea of voices jabbing at my heart
Like electric eels,
Slowly sapping the energy out of me.
My very being holds up like a blindfold
Blocking the light of my inner eye
From whence worlds are created.
I am bent over like the chronically infirm
Forced to bear the weight of the world
And all that’s wrong in it
Now Jimmy wonders what it Feels Like
To listen to His Last wishes
Boom from a box like a Paradox
Forcing her to reconsider her ability to be a Leader
In the midst of rubble and trouble
In this bubble that we call home.
But defiance helps me keep Perspective
To recreate the beauty that I know I am capable of
A kaleidoscope of stars shining through the dark, formless void
A billion pictures of hope to attract peoples of the world as of fireflies
To light and initiate them
Into this cult
That builds it`s own special eye that sees only that which is beautiful.
– Celine Aju