NANA (AFRICAN WOMAN)
While the breeze sweeps
You serve him dainty meat
You pick seeds
So, you may your kith and kin appease
For in the bowel of your offsprings you plant peace
Miles down the dusty road
You without falter go
You are not to be heard
Perhaps only to be seen
How is it that these things be?
Can a burning lamp be covered by a bushel?
How can the Bougainvillea be substituted for the grass ?
How does the candle melt and we use the wax?
Will you ever get well?
Your heart has built bridges
Even a million of your kinky tufts cannot reach
The sky is lost in the embrace of the clouds
The sun sees not even your back
Nana, who will pull you out of this shack?
The earth has refused you hiding behind her skirts
Out of the cave
Out of these rubbles you must emerge
For you there is no hiding place.