There was a heat wave in England last week
it was all too much sunshine for me
Coming from Africa recently
but after a while I came out wondering what I would see
I met enough feminine flesh to make a good Muslim flee!
Or make a black man happy
Give them a break
it’s just how they were raised
It’s called cultural relativity
They were told women were evil
encouraged to rape any female they find too revealing
They were told she’ll stir up the devil in Him
So they wrapped her up and blamed her for sin
Built her a cage and a prison to safely reside
made her swallow her pride
Told her the laws can’t withstand
the frenzied lust of an unrestrained man
Men are powerless, pliant and weak
in the palm of a feminine hand
Surely the Queen shouldn’t let such brutes into her land
Because her subjects aren’t allowed to surrender
to mere notions of gender
When the sun shines they’re allowed to submit to the heat
encouraged to bare
Miles of pale limbs in shorts and no hair!
Shorts everywhere! Shorts here and there
Short shorts. Bum shorts. Cut off shorts. Bermuda shorts. Baggy shorts
Male and female shorts.
Actually, I snort
they are male and white female shorts
When a brown woman strides past purposefully
I can see she’s not on a spree
She and her daughter dressed similarly
dressed like the winter is near
I expect innocence to find it queer
and ask ‘Mama, why are we the only ones covered here?’
‘The End is coming against the infidels dear. The Jihad is here.’
So youth and goodness is indoctrinated
mis-educated, alienated, contaminated
Truism and individualism besieged by cynicism
populism, culturism, religionism
For the free, many a crisis there’ll be
till the seed finally grows into that mighty tree
Meanwhile it seems to be
that brown skin is hiding from me
covered in Modesty
A legacy of Victorian hypocrisy
a story full of chicanery, travesty and tragedy
Brown skin hides nervously
in ignominy and suddenly my pale skin fills me with Superiority
Because it privileges me, apparently, it could be the key
It lets me display my brown skin with pride
why should I hide
when pale skin sits in the light
Trying to be superficially brown
while my brown sister tries to be superficially white
And Brown skin hides
Saying I am retiring. I am religious. I am righteous. I am right
See brown sisters hold their men tight
ever ready to fight
for the right to share in his plight
While pale bodies go on display for a warm summer day
Looking for bargains to trade
The young, the old, the not so beautiful
bodies in all attitudes
are here on parade
Even age refuses to wrap itself in a charade
while Brown skin shouts ‘I’m no longer for sale!’
My brown brother can’t look away
taught to feel yearning but not what to say
The change is complete
who is naked walking the street?
Where is the justice of peace?
Take me home
this is too much temptation for me
I haven’t learnt to be free
I rather live in the safety of my false piety
or even blame my weakness on thee
Rather than take responsibility
for my sexuality
I will hide my brown skin in a black maxi
I’m from Nigeria across the sea
conservative and free
a reactionary rebels in me
My Brown skin is still searching for yours truly
still asking itself “Who I be?”
Lesley Agams, Brighton, Summer 2013
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