I want to be called white too – A Poem

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Olatunde Azeezah

I WANT TO BE CALLED WHITE TOO

My name is BLACK,
I’m painted with barbarity,
In my tongue lies uncouthness,
My heart is modeled with webs of savagery.

I want to be called white too.
So I killed my soil’s tongue and
Plant seeds of new speech in my throat.
My lips hid its dialect to have the ark-ccent
So I can carve my saliva to be white like white white.

I want to be called white too.
So I took my Ikoko and washed it with a snow.
The knuckle of the Ikoko still bodly write BLACK
Reminding my Ikoko that it isn’ white white.

I want to be called white too.
So I cross the borders of darkness
Flying over the ocean, spreading my wings
Drowning who I am into the pit of lost heritage.
Walking into the path of ignorance whose flag
Is not white nor innocent like black nor pristine
Like our heritage is.
Its white is a paint that curses holiness.

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