Mzungu Girl

Sunday, July 30, 2017
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African children crowd around you
As you tell them a language they can't comprehend
But they laugh and giggle
And say annoying remarks
But since you too are lost
You won't count the cost

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They wonder why your skin is so pale
Grandma said of you in a tale
And she said you weren't harmless
For you carry fire on your loin
In a small jug that spits smaller jugs
Carrying death

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They laugh as you talk Nose
And imitate by speaking in noses
You throw sweets in the air
As you make bubbles from a hoop
The stupid ones go for the bubbles
Things they can't hold

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They begin to hit you
For your great grandpa hit their great grandpa
And you begin to cry
They stop and wonder
So, a mzungu girl can cry
Tears, just like theirs, trickle down
Your red cheeks

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They feel the pain
And embrace you with love
You fall down for the love is too big
And too heavy and too strong...
Then they teach you to hunt
Grasshoppers and crickets
Welcome to Africa

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You have a heart like theirs
Love like theirs
A smile like theirs
Blood like theirs
You dream like them

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