Author: Kudzai P. Chidamba

Skin bathed in lashes of the suns assault, scotched, bruised, bold, a discovery, untainted.

Eyes holding earth herself, an endless sea of color bleeding unending down the flat planes of her cheek.

But alas,

So rich, engraved in your deep browns are the songs of her eloquent strides as she demands attention. To which she deserves, unquestionably

My black, my pride

Just as kind, she strives to conquer with her head in the wind her luscious strands, coiled and curled to perfection, I see no fault. So precious an overcomer! Your words wound her not.

My black, my pride

A lion in its awake, you dare not displease, for her bite is malice than her roar.

Convince me otherwise, I dare you!

Her beauty unheard of, her eyes enticing, you’ve lost your will to fight her.

So seductive a temptress

My black, my pride

Celebrate it? Your choice

Imitate it? Granted

Denigrate it? Your head

However,

My black is my pride

Kudzai P. Chidamba

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The name glowed inside my mind like paper lanterns spread out across a dark blue sky.

The whirling whispers of the wind can be heard against the cold veil of night.

My head is spinning with unanswered questions,

That feeling returns,

The feeling i resent most,

The feeling where salty clear anguish pushes its way out of my dark brown orbs.

Only the harsh kisses of the sun, lapping and licking at my bare skin with its fierce flames will blur my vision,

And cloud my irises with unshed acid,

making them glow and glaze over,

A resemblance of pitch black demise.

My heart is drowning in unanguished emotions,

Heartbreaking,

Like the careful undressing of the moon.

Longer i remain reminiscing over their songs of profanities,

Aiming daggers laced with bitter liquid,

As its scent lingers too long,

He shalln’t forget its bitter kisses and assaults.

Leaving my mouth agape,

My words stumble.

Wishing yet not wishing that the blackish waters of my soul swallow me whole.

Negative thoughts so powerful

I’m almost on my buckled knees.

My eyes brimming with unshed tears of disarray as screams and pleas of help surround me.

Unable to respond,

To those who hold my heart,

As my screams,

the wind shall swallow,

as i turn back and face the beast while it stirs awake within.

Born from depression,

Fed by anger.

My poem,

All dark and gaping jaws of a fury inferno as it pours down my face like an unending rain.

But how does a depressed person write a happy poem?

How does a dejected tongue absorb the saccharine and duliet tang of joviality?

In the shadows of sorrow,

Unfathomed,

The pain of this earth,

My heart shall take no more.

I declare,

I shall stay,

Masked and unscented,

For all that is good and resented.

I hope my pain you consider.

☆~Iamthebonafidescholar~☆

A name,
A description, 
A discrimination,
They shall place you in Roads.
An insult to what’s left of our veins.

We were born not of our choosing,
But our luck,
We are black people.

In their eyes 
Storm clouds we stand to be,
Stares of judgement,
Holding hatred and disgust alike.

But look at them,
Their skin as soft as a roses kiss on a winters night,
Do not be frittled,
After all,
not all that glitters is gold.
Because when you grow closer,
It will draw blood and triumph in your pain.

Sambo,
To use us,
Then punish for not a fault we have committed,
Who do you think you are?

Dear child,
You see wrong in the way i look,

You see wrong in the way may hair falls not below my waist.

You see wrong in the way my skin shines underneath the blazing kisses of the sun.

To me nothing could ever be more right.

So listen to me
And the words that i speak, 
For i promise they come from the heavens.

When God was creating his imperfect baby,
He made her with beauties that most can not fathom.

The African child,
We will stand for it no longer,
the criticism.
You strip us of our rights?
Where has your Humanity betaken to?
Your ways i shall not take to heart for that is not who i was raised to be. I come from overcomes, a true definition of strength.

I am the African child
Proud and now free!
Never have i asked for your opinions 
Nor do your assumptions hold value.
Please do bite your tongue
This is just food for thought.

~The_Bona-Fide.Scholar

#Blacklivesmatter

But let’s not forget,

#Alllivesmatter

♧…•¤•《 AMAI? 》•¤•…♧

A gentle breeze that whispers sweet roundelays as dawn falls.

I’m looking for a way,
A way that i could best portray the perfect picture,

No words i could ink down upon this paper could ever describe the perfect creature we call Amai.
Alike the phoenix, Amai ends with beginnings. She keeps the planet spinning, bare and untainted.

Her child hangs onto her flawless porcelain skin, bathed and oozing in lashes of the suns assaults for only she provides the love and tender care well deserved. Her love shines through Her dark orbs, you dare not question. With her child caged within her wings, you shalln’t enter.

For her child,
she will become the angel Uriel, strong and divine. 
Evil that lerks beware, Bestowed upon Amai is the angel of Michael, 
for heavens saidth she is the protector and Defender you wish not cross her path.

I travelled far and wide but still i fall short, 
for no Wiseman could stand and explain AMAI. 

This woman rare and fair, blessed are those who respect her for T’is the only command with a promise of eternal life. the woman with multiple names,
tender and loving with Christ as her example. Even He, 
the Son of God, 
all mighty and powerful was birthed by Amai. What could be more precious?

So kind an overcome, 
she who looks onto your tomorrow not caring if her mouth has been fed, for her happiness lies in her child.
At times Amai is gullible but still rules with an iron fist to keep you in check,
Far from the path of evil and hands tainted in dark crimson.

You, 
her most prized possession,
The heavens are jealous, knows not what she does to keep you well and fed.

All those words i have scribed but still, 
they are nothing near full of what she is and what her child holds in her heart.

Amai,
a mystery i wish one day to understand though i know by heart i yearn for what could have been, but seizes to exist,
the true meaning of *Amai*.

I dare leave a question, you can never answer…

Amai(Mother)?

Kudzai P. Chidamba
☆~☆

Black, silenced in blood.

Still waters run deep,
The oaths of a woman i inscribed on soil.

How vain without the merit is the name.
This word does not frighten the man who, 
in acting feels no fear.
Black, 
silenced in blood.

How sweet for those faring badly to forget their misfortunes even for a glimpse. 
Alas, 
how quickly the gratitude owed the dead flows off, 
how quick to be proved a deceiver.  
But, 
cruel was my master for in his eyes those of mine who lived were nothing but images or insubstantial shadows,
nothing more than phantoms or weightless souls. 
Hell was empty, 
and all the devils dwell here.
Fed by fear,
Driven by sadism, 
Lust for, 
blacks,
silenced in death.

Pools of whirling liquid escape my glance as they roll down the planes of my cheek, 
My hunger, insolent!
And will be fed. 
If it were possible to cure evils lamentation and to raise the dead with tears, 
then gold would be less valuable than weeping.

Lash, 
he kills a man
Then another,
and another, 
an endless sea of bodies.
Crimson drips my gaze, 
Fair is foul and foul is fair,
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
As dusk falls, 
we gather arms two friends, two bodies,
with one souls inspired!

Lust for knee-less mens tears. Nehanda called out through the winds “all a mans’ affairs become diseased when he wishes to cure evils with evils,
If so all is disgusting when a man leaves his own nature and does what is unfit, 
this a true saying amongst ancestors, 
the gifts of enemies are no gifts and profit-less,
child know your roots,
i beg,”
i turn unto her, 
” the wise, dont you know that silence supports the accusers’ charge?
Evil counsel travels fast yet again foolishness is indeed the sister of wickedness,
Tonight i shall have the devils head and banish him back to hell where he shall be welcomed home. 

If we are to keep our democracy, there must be one commandment,
‘Thou shalt not ration justice’.
No more black blood,
Too i am flesh,
Mistake not our silence for weakness. 
He will learn the value of black blood!
Now as i draw my last breath,
I pray Heavens feel thy pain,
Send it to my children, 
let them repay my death, 
My last crimson tear,
holds only them dear.

Take not for granted the world you live,
for blood,
sweat and tears were shed, lakes to fill your morrow.
My legacy i left,
Now you uphold the victory

~Reign
iamthebonafidescholar…

What they say,

Will never drill one down to the ground,

Unless you yourself believe it to be true.

As you are the master of your fate,

you have a say,

to what you can do.

I do not believe

Nor will I ever believe

That there is a limit to ones abilities.

I’m not but a child,

No bigger than your thumb.

Full Fledged with understanding,

Dripping in knowledge,

The booming voices of the physicians,

‘2 broom sticks away,

2 broom sticks away’

They chant.

Stone and lake water

Bathe your soiled fists

Rub, Rub and rub

It will go away.

Voices of warning

I can’t bring myself to ignore.

Ones of my kind,

Why don’t we hid warning

Only do we see,

When only at the brink of death,

Why blink through a husk,

When you could’ve widened your vision?

foretoken,

We shall bring distraction

To oneself and others

By our ignorance.

The wise shall listen

For even this is beyond their mastery,

While the foolish shall talk

Of not what they can comprehend

‘It’s better safe than sorry’

Let not your word contradict with your action.

Staysafe❤️

Be alert and vigilant

Lots of love❤️

From

~The_Bona-fide.Scholar aka Kudzai P. Chidamba