Skin like silk, chocolate and honey
Color of the earth, coal and copper
Color of the gods and gems
The fates made us black
Providence made all the thousand accents
Dance from our mouths
One black nation under Isis
Dark as night
Rich with secrets and magic.
That slavery did not break us
It made our backs into steel
That colonialism did not kill our spirits
It made us malleable, like a reed in the rain
That racism did not jaded our hope
It woke all the ecstasies
That lie vast and virgin under our skin
Rich with its whimsical wiles.
We have always known
Our history is ours and our heritage is ours
And everything
Has led us here, to this moment
We are children of fire and magic.
Read – Angel in the Wind – A Poem by Grace Mayeso Mazengera, Malawi
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