41) A Negro
Wolan Kim
A woman who carries a jar on her head and a baby on her back
And a man who drags his chained feet, half naked
Are tied up together by strings on their necks
The James River catches malaria
And swallows the homesick darkness like a dinosaur
The nightmare changes in the picture
And it is heroic like a new coming spring
In every port, anchored by slave ships
Babies are crying with malarial fever
Under the fertile sky, the war of skin colors
That plants humans and picks and eats lives, is not done yet
In the jungle where dressed and undressed people live together
The footsteps follow wherever the food is
Three hundred years ago, everything is black and white
But only a baby wrapper on her back is bright pink
I want to go to flat-nosed Africa
Where the river of skin color runs
And thick lips of flowers bloom fully
Looking back, the blood color makes a slight optical illusion
I carry a life of pink on my back
Dragged by a metal chain, I am a yellow Negro
