I love my Green Passport
but not the special treatment conferred.
In Heathrow, hands searching,
opening, tossing, strewing.
Yellow hair and Aqua eyes
oozing Green-scorn.
To reclaim tattered dignity,
unheeded cries to embassy.
I love my Green Passport
but not the special treatment conferred.
In JFK, stripped naked,
by gloved hands violated,
in this never-ending search for white gold.
Disappointment on the faces -
We'll get you yet.
Don't you fret.
Osún, Óyá, Yémójá
I cry
Sàngó, Ògún, Ifá
tell me why
I love my Green Passport
through anguish, through pain.
I love my Green Passport
surely, not in vain. |
LITERARY 
