Punishment

Dissected, chopped and carved, like a butcher’s plaything,

My mind, whitewashed or otherwise drugged 

to the depths of a world gagged, fucked and then forgotten.

I am repeatedly punished everywhere I reside. 

In every dream I embrace, constantly running, 

constantly yearning for wings to sweep me off my feet, 

to take me to the heavens so highly praised.

Punished,

for engaging in materialism and

for my poverty.

for neglecting my tribal name, only 

for it to be butchered when I don’t.

for my eloquence and my limited literacy, 

for my foreign accent, even when 

foreignness is relatively defined. 

For leaving my motherland, by my motherland, 

for wanting to live, and for wanting to die.

Ivy Akinyi

Ivy Akinyi is an aspiring writer and filmmaker from Kenya, currently diving into literature and poetry to connect with herself and those around her using words. Born and raised in a predominantly black setting, Ivy is constantly learning about the place of the black woman in the world, with the hope that she can one day use that knowledge to educate others.

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