CULTURE
HERE LIES OBITUARY, OBITUARY, OBITUARY.... Here lies a mother, sister and daughter Here lies a victim of black slaughter She was our music She was our dance She was amusing like ancient romance Survived by children, relatives and friends Survived by lovers who plotted her end Abandoned for beauty Abandoned for trend Abandoned for a juicy white girlfriend She schooled in the kitchen A perfect stomach magician She had a husband She treasured like waistband She lived his life A true black wife Her body he plundered Her wealth he squandered Yet she never thundered A true love drunkard She gave birth but had none Her words they hated and shun Adopted by whites They bid decency goodnight Women kissing women Men wedding men Naked with clothes on They legalized public porn In pain she wiped for years Until she got drowned in tears ....Her name was culture Maried to Africa.. Peter Benjamin
