Ancestral spirits – The Pain

The Pain       –       by Steve Reid

I cannot be a Man.

He takes you and I must let him.

Keep smiling for my master lest I am banished.

What’s worst?

Wanting to love you as an African man would, should? But can’t.

Sharing you with the scalded skin animal.

Or living, serving, these beast.

Where can I run?

Who can I run to?

Should I too be lustful towards our young maidens?

The values I remember from my land afar are counted as zero.

Oh the pain.

The tormenting pain.

My mind is slain.

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