Blackman know thyself…

Blackman know thyself…

Lo, I lay stripped, half naked,
Chest hairs singed by the morning picture
The torn linen of reality grating against broken dreams

In the night we had risen like phoenixes
From the ashes of St John and Andrew’s ventures
Ebony pain glistening in the moonlight
Vengeance exposed by the glistening shards called our eyes
For come the sun, melanin should rule supreme

But alas,
The aftermath finds me in the half nude,
My privates barely covered by a torn fabric
Sewn with misshapen threads of logic
Our attempt doomed perhaps by it’s birth in color?
And I wonder, should all have whitewashed before battle?
Or should not the fight have been with the self?



13 thoughts on “Blackman know thyself…” by Eldee (@codrojac)

  1. Well, at first read I didn’t quite understand this, I’m sure it has a much deeper meaning than what I think this is about.I also think that this is quite self indulgent, considering how hard I tried to understand this piece. However, I do appreciate the work, well done…

  2. Lovely! Simply lovely!
    The way you used words to pass the message across is beautiful.

  3. Good one. Thinking a struggle that hasn’t really ended in a victory? Good use of words to convey deep meanings.

  4. cool that you all find the poem interesting…
    @scopeman… I have had that sneaky feelings about my use of metaphors but all the same, you would agree that poetry is akin to a self-hemorrhage of sorts which sometimes makes for a hard read. I will give you a hint, “St john and Andrew are patron saints for british catholics (and Anglicans I should think); think missionaries/religion and explanation used to reconcile colonialism to both”. There are other hints strewn across this piece.

    @Jaywriter…… The struggle ended without victory. The poem can be construed as both judge and plaintiff of the continuous post-independence African struggle to out the effects of our colonial past. It questions the effort on the basis that its’ birth is coloured by race, the same color that painted the europeans actions in Africa, hence the judgement that it fails. The end hints the fact that a solution lies within spheres devoid of racial inclinations and within the African mind.

  5. I see the message now.U may consider making ur imageries more lucid!Tanx 4 di hints.

  6. I got the drift after reading the hints…..

    Well done!!!

  7. @charles….. glad you enjoyed this piece.

    About your comment regarding lucidity I will say this; I have been getting similar comments since I started posting my poetry here and I wonder why people talk about digging out the ideas behind a poems language. It is not as if the language of a poem is a kind of disposable cellophane in which the ideas come ready wrapped. The language of a poem is supposed to be constitutive of it’s ideas. Our local oral traditions are peppered with phrases, sayings, proverbs (Oral art) that are not in a language that can be described as pure and simple, like the artworks the aforementioned are, written poetry, an art, doesn’t have to be pure and simple, lucid or easy to understand.

    There is something that should be said about the literariness of a poem along with the ideas it conveys. Less we forget poetry is art and art also seeks to challenge the mind as much as the sciences does.

  8. Ld,sorta get the message,but after reading line after line after line,you remind of one controversial NS writer that I actually like with ur comments.So far,I like your work.

  9. Good work…at this point it would be pointless to say I didn’t understand originally :-)
    Well done!

  10. @gretel…cool you like my work but pray tell, what makes me or my comments seemingly controversial.

    @Berry…thanks.

  11. hmmm,can’t really tell,but I like them doh.

  12. lovely poem Ld
    love the message in tween too
    keep it real

  13. @paul…. thanks.

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