Poetry, Tale Africa

Letters from the Body

By Chido Nyandoro, Zimbabwe

They may cut me, defile me,

Mock me, shoot me,

Rape me, starve me,

Throw me in a cage, in the gutter, in a grave,

For simply one thing,

the colour of my skin;

Yes they have tried,

To dishonour me…to kill me

But still, here I stand,

Tall;

Strong,

Still able to bear fruit; to birth generations,

Of stronger, mighty black bodies to fill the earth.

I matter,

I am a black, bold, beautiful body

I will never be killed,

I will never back down,

I matter, I matter.

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