Written by Olabisi Akinwale
carry your dream within you
to shut your name into a yeast on fire & rise
like dust rising above the turgid silence of Sahara,
like air spreading her tentacles into a bouquet of faith.
while the bird sings, history is bleeding on a black country
with bodies falling into an endless abyss of wounds,
& you are the future yoked with wings & love & light,
the soul created to be engrafted into a messiah to bring
an end to the leaking of blood in the eye of momma Africa.
while the bird sings, reach for the sky & pluck starlight
for night cities to see beyond their broken estates.
true, you carry resurrection on your palms
& in your body is a castle of bodies flying to freedom.
true, your voice is a cave filled with feathers
& for reasons I cannot tame, I think of you
& hear footfalls of rain racing towards a savannah.
& while an uncaged bird sings, listen,
it’s the song of black nations desiring to bloom above their gloom,
a song at the breast of dawn, waiting to wear your voice.