Mental Fornication Poem by tinashe severa

mental fornication...
what my teachers thought to be education
forcing me through pages
of nothing but the history of white ages

poison dripping through my soul
hungrily like water sinking into desert sands
erasing my black thoughts...black voice
colouring me white, red and blue
like cheap abstract art

leaving me mentally impotent
like Armar's ostentious cripples
spiritually barren with a black hole for a soul
sucking in every custom and bad taste
floating around me...
as if i was born everywhere...anywhere