Seeded

A roll of the eyes
Fixed tone of voice
Quarter to midday hunch
And attitude to match.
House negress. Jezebel.
Her relatives could be
Judges, Lords
Deacons and aristocrats
She doesn't care.
She's here now.
Octoroon blood and proud.
The pampered princess of the parlour.
Every night the same dream.
Horses. Fire. Voodoo. Tracks.
She needs someone
To hold close to.
A black buck to keep her
Safe and warm.
No matter.
She just keeps on running away.
Running away
Running away..

By Raymond Enisuoh