To The Drama Studio Poem by Kojo Owusu

Silhouette of an austere
Poet under balmy shade
Of somber grandeur
And traumatic fulfillment
The shadow wandering
Under the trees troubled,
Cut off from the darkened world

My timid steps
Silent – Unannounced
Shadowy – specter like
Happy that he was not
In his formidable study.

I approached him
With a manuscript in hand
A slight gloss. I said

“Are you sure you wrote it? ”
“Yes” I answered

O this is drama
This is poetry.

What is black on stage is evil
So from the beginning of the great drama
Superiors sit on their bloody thrones
Inflicting pain – manipulating
Portraying dark characters
As savages – brutes – devils
Not worthy even to be in the world.

They take delight
In suppressing and oppressing us
Calling it a comedy
And to us a bitter tragedy.