• Lorna Ilena Bussue


I see the pain in your eyes

Blackened and red with tears

Even though your bruises

You tried to hide in paint

It shows the story

You are unable to tell

Because of your shame

And the silence forced upon you

By the One Thousand Dollar Bill

Of the Central Bank of Nigeria

Pasted across your lips

To this Bill you gave the power

To put a price on your beauty

Through the branded value of its worth

You endorsed its gaudy make up

Skin lightening tone

Artificial eye lashes

And long straight wig

All of tawdry value

Compared to your true worth

Why do you allow a dollar

To reincarnate a History

Of your people being bought

With useless merchandise

When your strength is greater far

Than this method used

To control your mind

The foreign interloper

Still controls you

Through alliance with your black brother

To buy the blood of your people

Why do you

Empress of Mother Africa

Allow your voice to be bought

By those who massacred your race

The onus is on you to value your character

And earn that dollar with pride and dignity

The value of that dollar

Will not be altered

It only changes hands

To create a new master

The change lies with you

My Black Sister

To establish your worth

Of pricelessness

Which renders you invaluable

In the language of a dollar.


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