Two Poems
The Death of the Indian
Jose Perez has diedswaddled in eternal hunger.
He looked in my eyes
I looked at his soul
I spoke in his ear
He cried to my soul
He reached for my hand
And I gave him my soul
Jose Perez has died
swaddled in eternal hunger.
His body hurt him
My soul hurt himI had to weep
His soul left him
His body died
And my soul died.
When Jose Perez died
Hunger was his shroud.
Mistical Blaque
I am proudI am black
Shout it loud
I am black
My father is black
I am black
I am beautify
I am black
I am not colourful
I am black
The night is black
I am black
My features say
I am black
Think what you may
I am black
I was born of a woman
She is black
God is my father
Is he black?
By Patricia Stewart, London
