I have seen fragments of eternity in the smile of an Afrikan face
Contented by the chance to be visible in a world that sees us
As monkeys that have just learnt to blend into the bigger picture.
I have learnt to laugh with a dagger in my spine so that the knife
Twisters will leave me alone just for another moment
So I can breathe and listen to my heartbeat when there
Isn’t a soul to share my burden with.
My own voice is soothing enough for now.
My mouth tastes like saw dust when I think of the people who have
Hurt me in the name of eternal love.
Feel my stomach as it turns each time I see you trample me with religion and pour
Hatred into my shoes so that when I walk I feel this squishy squishy
Foam rubber they call religion that seeks to keep me from feeling
Proud of my own strength and valour.
I have already been to hell.
My existence is sturdy and unbreakable.
It will never make you feel small or guilty.
It is there to remind you that Afrika is a place of spirit over the tangible.
It is there to remind you that you are because I am.
My existence is there to teach you that you can be anything you have taught
Yourself not to be.
We are the same person you and I.
Except, I am the one inside your mirror.
You keep gazing at me,
Hoping that I will be more palatable to your illusions of
There is only one way to make me change.
And that is on your side of your mirror.
Frank Malaba © 2011