I, of the dark clay
I won’t
paint myself white
I, of
the dark clay
And my
pottery too
I will
touch my works
And say
my words
In the
feel of the rough
And the
tone of the Mara lion
For I come
from the dark clay land
And I don’t
need a white heart
Nor do I
want the art
To paint
myself white
I, of
the dark clay.
Maurice
NK Kahia Jr. 2017

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