AMANDA GORMAN, THE ROARING AFRIKAN LIONESS
I was taking a sip from my cup of tea
My hair follicles erected from inside
As the lioness was applauded vigorously
She was no one but bizarre Amanda.
Her voice for African slavery is louder
Her voice against injustice is louder
Cracking the compacted inhumanity
Inhumanity burying blackness in vain.
She is a true reflection of black race
Grown out of thorns, rose majestically
Like mount Kilimanjaro she rose higher
Her smile concealing intense bitterness.
Poet Laureate emerged extraordinarily
The young but her voice is louder
Carrying bruises and scars of humiliation
Maya Angelou like ancestry, brave voice.
©️ Regnard Bishoza