A poem by RushAfrican
They’ve measured me height and me size
They say me 150 meters tall, not like them tall men.
me round and thick, nearer to ground
They say me eyes are red, dusty and sweaty always
But none dare say me wise and beautiful
Me low on speech, always stammer
Me a hunchback, can’t walk straight nor run fast
Me can’t throw a spear, nor protect my village
Me can’t skin the coffee nor trap antelope
They say me good for nothing, born for nothing
They say me can’t start a family, them all women will say no
They say me can’t have children, that me not man-enough
To them, me can’t fall in love, can’t lead, can’t succeed, can’t live
Are they right? Is everything they say about me true?
Me tend to believe so, sometimes without doubt. This is sad!
Why don’t they listen to me little voice, just for one moment?
Me probably has a solution to their problems and sicknesses
Probably in me little head, me have distinctive words of wisdom
Maybe they can open their eye and see me for who me really is
Yes, me a pygmy, but a man at most, man like any other
Me can jump and smile, me can swim and gloat and cry
Me can marry the most fairy maiden in my village
Yes, if only they could listen to me and see beyond me hunchback
Me can bring change to the world, a smile to the children
Yes, me a pigmy, but a man at most, man like any other