i'm an african poet <br />i hail from the dark soil <br />baked by the southern sun <br />coated in my glaringly black skin <br />yet nop self-pity governs me <br />as i rise from the dark ashes of independency <br />to my tormented self <br />this is one prescription you won't find in pharmacies <br /> <br />i'm an african poet <br />i write to quench the thirst <br />from the long runs i made to exile <br />and free the small voice at the back of my head <br />urging me to empty the kegs of anger <br />brimming inside like malty Chibuku <br />i do not need Ecstasy to arouse my creative self, <br />the callous are doing a far greater job <br />leaving me with not much of a choice <br />but scribble my sorrows down a white paper <br /> <br />it is safe to say <br />i owe my sanity to poetry <br />this is how i celebrate, <br />this is how i grieve<br /><br />Stella Sisanda Qishi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-an-african-poet/
