Where Do I Come From Poem by Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche

He was black as the night knitting on a blackberry.
Angry as the sea that consumed him and left him stranded there. When ever we spoke about our race,
when ever poetry or folktale were recited or spoken there was two wars the rest were ashes.
I asked mother to introduce me to the land I call home. She said she does know home, for she lost the navigation on the blue azure sea.
That sea sighing,
that sea mumbling,
that sea rumbling......
Mama tell me my home,
mama where do I come from? She just set there and sung' the Congo, the dazzling sea I know not took us to the land I know not,
The Togo the land was of my skin is forever lost, the sea still haunts me

Introduced us to the man with tongue I know not,
banished our tongue I know of, stripped our culture I know of and introduced us to the god I know not........ I don't know my son.


Picture Jeremy snell