Wading the Tide

The Black Queen

16 Uprising the setting of negritude, betrayed they are for negritude to retire into Europetude. The ageing tiger from the forest rains to the city snow, soiling yourself once more with the vile contagion of "civilization." Negritude, son of our soil abandon thy alienating abode else be damned a hypocrite, a double-headed gorgon. Return into thy tiger skin and a tiger all through be, that your words may germinate and bear fruit, instead of a tiger yesterday, a bear today. The Black Queen It beats my mind, a white monster, well dressed, polished. He thinks he is the only man, but that is a woman on her knees, just fallen as I can see, and this monster is still rushing towards a fallen black woman. Monster! Do you know she could be somebody's wife? Some black son's mother? Woe to you woman, he who could face this monster is behind bars. The white monster, you got guts? To attack a helpless woman in the streets? Where you come from, have you no respect for age, female age: From between which thighs you first crept, from between which thighs you first blinked at the sun's rays. 17 Wading the Tide I look closely at her, yes, I can see the pain as she kneels there on the pavement, clutching to her bag and glasses with the white monster on the attack. Barbarian! In spite of the pain, I see the stoic on her knees and my heart is heavy. White monster, is that how you treat women? I know it is because it is day and other monsters with bared fangs are ready to help. Were it dark, a boy, a kaffir, would have shown you what it means to have a penis between black instead of scalded thighs. What did you do to her? If you celled her have you raped her to discover that unique taste? If you killed her have you eaten her? Just part of you I know, but the tide will turn. ...