Subliminal Transcendence

About the Book

I too was once a Columbian I am a negro, a black man A porter in their Manhattan Ville Who had utterances such as Slave, gay, and thief Hollered on my soul By many my exes, coworkers The day I was hired I have noticed tears Tears trickling down their frantic peeks I too was once a Columbian I am a negro, a black man Who had lost the prospect to grow The filthy rainbow of dirty words They whispered at every ear Had cold me stone by their heavenly doors I too was once a Columbian I am a negro, a black man Who was treated as a second-class citizen Early day, I left home for work I have shine good floors of the annex Cut low and even weeds around the building Collected proudly trashes for a decade But many hallucinated To bury my life as an African slave To Miss Theressa Todman, I rose my voice I was intimidated and humiliated With the passive ordnance of Mister Falcon In a secret office of their massive HR I too I was once a Columbian

About the Author

Oumar Coulibaly was born in Ivory Coast and came to the USA in 2001. He also published Apology, a poetry book. He is also passionate about mathematics and air conditioning/refrigeration.