The African Reason Poem by Sicelo Sithole

I am the African reason
Blossoming fruitfully in every season
In vivid white thoughts and dark perception
I bring melody and the glance of free imagination
On cold circles of my own African passion and silent thought invaded continents
I swift with gentle breeze of poetic rains and shadows of all judgments
The cycle of pain raw ferment and with disguise pins deep
The dark skins of our African origin and us black roses, as I by virtue fade in my death’s sleep
I am the African reason and the black soul wondering in my own shadows to make a mark
In; African dizziness, grey mists, fresh heat, thunders and the domes of my eternity so bulk!
I am bound and rooted by pride and the reasons that we speak, as the seeds burst into the flames…
The white injustice molded to the dark…as the history to the names
I am the reason Africa is my only black joy, rhythm, poetry and beat
The true philosophy of being black in Africa, and the pride to stand by my black feet!