Grand Alchemist.
Mother of Civilization.
Your womb, from where all life began.
Your umbilical cord, connects each one of us together.
Your breasts gave us land and your land
gave us ourselves.
We are your children.
Scattered and lost on this earth.
Kidnapped and robbed from you.
We have become forgotten.
Our voices strained from screaming and crying.
We are tired.
Mama, put us to sleep.
Rock us slowly in your arms.
Back and forth till our cries are no longer heard.
And our eyes no longer swollen.
Soothe us from the pain of oppression.
Mama, we are calling out for you.
Can’t you hear our cries that have been lingering, for centuries?
Where are you? Why have you abandoned us?
Why have you let them abuse us? Abuse you?
Mama, come to our rescue.
Pick us up and place your kiss upon our skin.
Remind us, we are beautiful.
We are worthy; we are loved.
Remind us that you’re here.
Transform us.
Mama, let your heart beat.
Let it beat in time with ours.
A pair of African drums,
underneath two joyful palms.
Console us.
Find us.
And we
will find you.
About the author
Nyakour is an unapologetic 17-year-old African-Australian spoken word artist and poet. She is a pro-black intersectional feminist, tea drinking vegetarian goddess, with hella views on topics that effect not only herself but other people of colour. Her work is inspired by African culture, her environment and experiences as a young queer black woman living in Australia. For Nyakour poetry is a way of healing and connecting with others through words both written and spoken.
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Absolutely Beautiful.