africa does not need your tears.

or

your prayers.

or

your money.

or

your t-shirts.

or

your telethons.

or

your hands ever so lovingly placed

on her buttocks.

your mouth at her breasts.

your fists in her eyes.

she wants you to stop pissing in her face

and

calling it water.

she wants you to leave.

she is the mother.

she does not belong to you.

you do not belong to her.

and

you hate this.

but

one day

you will reap.

what

you have sown.

–– aid

Nayyirah Waheed