I Wanna Be A Slave Poem by Bhekumuzi Dlamini

I crave the burdensome soles of a slave
I wanna crack my knuckle fighting,
Scuffling the innocent fact of being black.
I wanna scratch the questions until the bleed painful answers.
I thirst to dust, an arid desire
I wanna drink the pollutants of life from the crevices of my hopeless hands.
I wanna be a slave!

Whip me hard now, whip me hard with a wicked heart,
Until I shed the skin of hypocrisy and wear visage of reality.
Crack the whip, let it thunder down the chapters of history.
Earn the pain for labouring a man with so much hate.
Sign me a cheque, I wanna cash my discounted fate.
Please, I possess the right,
I wanna be a slave!