At Your Old House

At your old house

We were the misplaced

Jamaicans

Who lit up their smokestacks

At 2am, whilst playing

Fela and Nina uninterrupted

 

Our tired bodies

Waiting on our invigorated minds

Not many sat outside

Their homes in June

Talking Marcus, Malcom and brother Biko

Not many out here

Took plunges into Piñon noir

Without the notion

Of ever thinking

It was never a habit for the black

 

Not many talked about

Vegetables

And organic gardens

Without losing their black

 

Not many, loved to love

And talk Africa

Except for the two souls

At your old house

Chris Msosa is a malawi-born Poet. He has recited his poems at several Art and literature events including Lake of Stars and the Story Club. Visit his blog, Chris Poetics for more poetry.