'Blackboards' by Ojembe Victor

'Blackboards' by Ojembe Victor

I dreamt they drew on us

Taking turn with chalks

We stood rigid like blackboards

Slaves with no selfhood

Our skin too black

For their albino eyes

Their crystal blue eyes

Watching us like theatre in the round

They love my womanhood

Hitting me daily while their wives watched

We were raw movie

In the eyes of our silver haired elites

Our skin walked naked

Carrying trays with tea cups

In a house filled with prying eyes

They all had erections waiting to explode

We stood there waiting to serve

Serving tea and our ebony skins

Our skin like their blackboards

Dancing as we walked

Master was a gentle maniac

But his sons forced me for threesomes

Tattooing my back with horsewhip

My unborn son a love child

I wish I was dreaming

I wish I wasn’t sleeping

On my wooden made bed

Heart shouting,

Blue eyed saints removing my sweet demon

My lady knew he will take their ski

Not dark like their blackboards

He will also carry my blood

Blood of a blackboard

We are free whores

Always been laid

Bringing intense satisfaction

But not been paid

Ojembe Victorhails from Abia state, Eastern Nigeria. A graduate of Microbiology from the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. A poet and all round writer.

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