Edict of a Black Queen

by Victoria Kaitane, UWC CSC Alumna 
19th June, 2020

This injustice needs to stop
I am a Black Queen

And so with great authority
I stand
And proclaim my people free
You appointed them puppets for your vile actions

They have been your angry Black women
In your inadequacies
Their strength has been too blinding
Yes, a strong Black man

Is nothing but a brute
What else would he be?
Considering all those supremacist mass murderers look
Just. Like. Him
Your friend Becky with the good hair

A token for your appreciation
One you pet and fetishize
Vicky with the yellow hair
Not to forget your black best friend

Your shield and your savior
In all things racist
A ticket to “nigger” and “I don’t see colour”
Because of course, why would you?
Don’t get comfortable

You assume I am finished
But I will drag slavery, colonialism
And neo-colonialism while I’m at it
Please explain the joke that is independence

Laughter evades me
When freedom is defined by
A colonial language being superior
That we joke, partly in amusement, partly in shame
When our surnames drag us back to Africa
That we rob ourselves of identity
When we are ostracized for speaking English by locals
And vernacular by the learned
So then, we scrub it from our vocabulary
A freedom born of war

To rid the land of slave drivers and plantation owners
In our desperation for peace
We looked on as they planted one last seed of evil
The white man said, “freedom is democracy”
We were naïve and let our hope deceive us
That our own leaders weren’t already corrupted
Their only knowledge of leadership
Built on the greed of their colonial masters
And so freedom was redefined
It was only a birth of another tyranny
Still you persist with this joke

Independence is a shadow mask
And when unveiled you see the play
With our white saviours as puppet masters
We mustn’t forget to laugh
At the evasion of reparations
At the grand western museums that mock us
At the unadulterated love of the French as they keep our coffers
At the fact that the white man was baffled with our resilience

They persisted to step on our lands
A pandemic followed
Aid not previously available, followed
Through all this

I remain a Black Queen
My fellow Black brothers and sisters
Rulers in their own right
When we speak, kneel, run, sleep, shop
aIllustration by Ece Fisgin