Genre: Poesy Title: Ode to Sarah Baartman (Hottentot Venus) Author: John King Ayanfe © My quill shall craft, my feather shall eternally portrait Men have forgetten what i repaint from yesterdays Oh Baartman, you were made of figure of speech Of an African decent - of an African accent You were an epitome of a mysterious wonder Your backside was a sitter for Kilimanjaro Your exotic psyche triggered lustful libodo I remember you! I sighted you in Khosa, Southern Africa Oh England, you casted an African daughter for her endowment Thy men cheered watching her butts roll like jimbe They gawk at her; oh faint inhuman skit You coaxed a princess and turned her a toy Oh Baartman, your voice echoes perpetual sexual assaults Out of thy will; they - they fed thee fried locust How long shall man's gifts be his peril Syphilis, your extermination was premature, yet late salvation Paris, thou dissected the body of an abused soul Sarah, though it took so long to honour thy body Yet the...
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