Upile Chisala

I am sorry,
home is far and
you’re hungry for it
and
the stubborn ocean won’t disappear

I am sorry we can’t pray away the ocean that parts us.

sir,
for nine months you too swam in mother blood.
tell me, how do you manage
to hate a woman with every bone in your body?

blending in is fading out.

I don’t want to be less of me if that’s the only way I’ll get more of you.

here we are,
black and in love with ourselves
and they spite us for it.