Boredom of a poet

I once measured the sea with a ruler...and counted the sand with a weight scale...

I once captured smoke and grabbed it with my bare hands....

I once imagine i was Jesus
I imagine i could heal-I saw my life wrote in a book
And my death celebrated for years...

I once told myself I was an astronaunt, an astrologer, a magi...
I found stars, wrote poems, and created galaxies of notebooks in the sky...
And then I woke up
and realized it was all boredom of my imagination
Things that are thought up
When the poem takes it's time 2 come to you....

Africa....

Decipher my life
take away my freedom
add chains to my brain
hate my black skin

Remove woman from title
call me bitch
put me out in a field
decorate my body with whips

take away his penis
give him a vagina
with broken womb
a dysfunctional Fallopian tube
watch his seeds conceived brainless

kill our spirit
call us nigger
trap smoke with your bare hands
steal our land... Abolish our pride
rape our concious
be-head our God

this is the story of my ancestors
this is the story of Africa....