THE CHILD IS BLACK

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By Esther Jeruto Koros 

Born incongruous, to the inheritance of loss  

To a terra firma already taken by force

Eyes subdued in mortification and lack

Detesting things all black

Grappling against nature

Scuffling not for wholeness but whiteness

For success is painted in white

 

Indoctrinated, jumbled with cock-tailed values

Not white, not black

Just here and there all compromised

School speaks the foreign

Religion both fearful and alien

At the crossroads, she makes a choice

She chooses the foreign 

Scuffling not for wholeness but whiteness

For success is painted in white

 

Born incongruous, to the inheritance of loss

When female and black and portly

The gentlemen exhort her entirely

Life happens to her

When she ought to happen to life  

Twice colonized

When the child is female and black and portly

 

While whiteness is exalted

And the foreign rapturous

She may appear ingenuous

In quiet wits while she beats

In silence, the white ascendancy

I might just as well

Be the parrot

Singing and trilling, be apprised  

For the future is black!


essyjeru@gmail.com 
0726179789 

Comments

  1. Douglas kapkiai16 June 2020 at 10:51

    Wow this is a masterpiece.

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  2. Nyabuti Peter Semba16 June 2020 at 10:53

    Love this,go on.keep them coming

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  3. Unknown16 June 2020 at 10:57

    Love this. Keep up!

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  4. Comfort Nyati16 June 2020 at 11:24

    Great piece, filled with melancholy and quite emotional. Africa a raped continent.

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  5. Unknown16 June 2020 at 11:26

    Nice

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  6. Peter K Rotich16 June 2020 at 11:35

    👍🏾 Good one. Pongezi sana 👏🏾

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  7. Bennittes Kipyegon16 June 2020 at 12:16

    It is a nice piece . I Like it

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  8. Unknown16 June 2020 at 12:18

    Lovely, I love the whole package. God bless

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  9. Unknown16 June 2020 at 12:29

    What a nice piece ! Congrax my daughter.

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  10. Unknown16 June 2020 at 13:30

    Ester my university mate I do adore you much...keep the spirit moving

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  11. Unknown16 June 2020 at 14:33

    You have a talent my dear, it's a wonderful piece

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  12. Unknown16 June 2020 at 15:34

    Love it.Nice piece

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  13. Unknown16 June 2020 at 16:25

    This is very good
    😍

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  14. Bethuelmutai16 June 2020 at 16:40

    Wow....a nice piece

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  15. Unknown16 June 2020 at 17:10

    Very very wonderful piece,, congrats, keep it up

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  16. SILAS ELIJAH16 June 2020 at 19:04

    Congratulations Essy. Keep going. All what is written and good like this remain for decades and years

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  17. Unknown16 June 2020 at 19:59

    Wow that is awesome

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  18. Unknown16 June 2020 at 20:14

    Congrats Esther. "Alluta continua".

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  19. Unknown16 June 2020 at 20:50

    I do believe in you my monter , keep growing mumy

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  20. Unknown16 June 2020 at 21:13

    Great piece of work 👌

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  21. Unknown16 June 2020 at 22:18

    Congratulations are in order

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  22. Unknown16 June 2020 at 22:55

    I can't have enough of your poetry. Go gal! You have always done it well.

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  23. Unknown17 June 2020 at 00:33

    Nice work. Bravo

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  24. Unknown17 June 2020 at 00:49

    Nice

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  25. Unknown17 June 2020 at 01:05

    Wow! Wow! Wow! Congrats Essy this is a beautiful masterpiece ! U will go far, thumbs up!

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  26. Unknown17 June 2020 at 11:00

    Wow congrats a strong message there

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  27. Charles masea oyagi17 June 2020 at 13:05

    Congrats strong message

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  28. Unknown17 June 2020 at 19:25

    Very educative

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  29. Unknown17 June 2020 at 21:00

    A nice piece! Congrats Esther.

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  30. Unknown17 June 2020 at 22:11

    The changing color supremacy: from white to black: the color of the future.

    Keep penning my sister.

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  31. Unknown18 June 2020 at 07:02

    Congrats Sr. Esther.......nice poem.

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  32. Unknown19 June 2020 at 12:25

    Well done Sr. Esther.

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  33. Unknown19 June 2020 at 15:03

    Good job Sr. Esther

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  34. Unknown19 June 2020 at 15:03

    Good job Sr. Esther

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  35. Unknown19 June 2020 at 15:38

    Wow!wow!

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  36. Unknown19 June 2020 at 16:28

    Nice one sister Esther.. congrats..

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  37. Elly Paul3 July 2020 at 21:42

    #Black is Golden💪.

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  38. Unknown6 July 2020 at 13:50

    Nice piece. Brings out the various challenging scenarios in a world full of biases.

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  39. JOSEPH NAKAMET19 September 2020 at 05:09

    I like this; the future is black.

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  40. Unknown4 October 2020 at 22:04

    What a great talent.. congratulations

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  41. Kukhuclassicarts11 January 2021 at 14:30

    I love this piece madam.

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  42. Kukhuclassicarts11 January 2021 at 14:32

    I love this piece madam.

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  43. Titus' weekly insights23 January 2021 at 12:00

    Good stuff. Congratulation

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  44. Bethuelmutai18 February 2021 at 19:09

    Wow!Wow

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