Black Looks - Including an African LGBTIQ+ Archive

Africa , Dumb America, Poetry, Politics

PATH OF THE SMILING SUN

one of the solos in my head keeps chanting that

uncertainty is the best way to contaminate time.

 

i, myself am not sure what i am meant to scream to that

because i am already living the truth of that statement,

by default.

 

i wake up furious because the sun keeps rising

and the days keep

swiftly rolling

along, yet i am still unsure.

i remain restless and risible in my uncertainty –

laughing and dancing without a cause.

 

waiting has finished the bones of my body,

it has thinned the threads of my mind.

i set each damned sun with bottles of bitter white wine because

i need to evade the questions in my head about why

my future is still yet to be written by some fat-bellied white

man in the concrete jungle across the sea.

questions demanding to know

if it is really necessary for my lips to be thus curled with cynicism.

surely i am too young for the darkness in my head.

that solo in my head, i think, should rather speak to me about danger

because uncertainty has a knack for creating desperation. please,

a chorus of solos in my head should proclaim a chilling message about danger, and guide me along the path of the smiling sun.