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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