Genesis
by MacAndrew Clarke
Perhaps I could begin, with how I used the pen/
or where these poems been, and why I kept them in/
what Lauryn Hill is doing, to get this poem written/
Forgive Them Father, forgive me Father, I’ve squandered what you’ve given/
while marching to a vision, that rather see me hidden/
figures how they hittin’, figures that were hid in/
a story that was sick then, but now must be forgiven/
because history is sovereign, from the very time it saw when/
His story was written, see, his story is ridden/
of truths that could upend, heaven hell and sin/
children, women, men, and the roles they had them in/
to promote a way to win, while rolling figures in/
so to bring this to an end, your power is within/
it’s not in what you have, and all is consequence/
we can no longer pretend, that the truth must not offend/
the time is now my friends, our time is now my friends…
About the writer
MacAndrew Clarke holds a B.A. (Hons) in Political Science and a minor in Music from Carleton University. He has dedicated himself to community building and advocacy through public, private, and non-profit organizations for many years. He has been contributing to Black Ottawa Scene since January of 2016. He can be reached either via email, Twitter, or Facebook