my name is melanin
I have roamed the hills and forest of afrika,
long before anyone knew of its gold
I farmed, north afrika
when virgin forest canopied above it
and rivers, which are no more watered its lands
the fertile lands I speak of,
are all gone
in place of the fertile lands,
what do I see?
desert, desert, desert
I have walked europe,
long before the ice came
and turned lands into glaciers
and the cold of europe,
cleaned me of my hue
I sailed the oceans,
long before anyone
dreamt of placing,
a raft, a boat, a canoe, a ship, and even yachts on the oceans’ waves
I have swum in the ganges, long before anyone has known of its waters
I have been in china,
surveying its landscapes,
long before anyone has joined me
in those days,
the tao circled the land in a whirlwind and rose into the sky
I have roamed the desert of arabia long before, anyone knew of its heat
do I need to talk about
the amerikas, australia, tasmania, and …
today,
the ancient marks I made in the caves,
still dots the earth
all these,
happened very long ago
and many have forgotten
if I see the nations today
and I remember,
they came out of my canal
and from the veins of my groin,
normally,
I smile at myself
and nod my head like the lizard,
who jumped from the coconut tree and landed on all four
yet received no cheers,
from no one
these days,
when I walk around,
and someone disrespects me,
I say, ah,
probably, I need to remind the world that
from my canal they came
from the veins of my groin they arrived
in order to let
the world and the nations know of their beginnings
I have plans to build a stone-board
and inscribe on it
this
long forgotten epic tale and mount it at the apex of the pyramid
so anywhere and any part
of the world
anyone will stand and
the nations will be,
the stone-board will be visible to the eye, thus they will be reminded of this forgotten epic journey of mine
and if anyone asks,
who is this being,
kindly tell them
my name is,
melanin,
the melanated one
wishing all,
a friendly dialogue
© Sedinam ® Sedinam
