Black Iq Poem by Yehualashet Teshome

I herded goats and sheep
Back in Africa
Was an expert
Sharp as a razor
Knew what I needed
To survive in nature
A professional in my job
Graduated from Papa University
Learned the best
Nature taught me the rest
No degrees, no diplomas
And yet an expert, a scientist if you want
The wind whispered in my ears
Before the rains came
Kept the herd safe
From the wolves and floods
The sun danced around me
To the tunes of my songs
I was nearer to God
Cause God lives in Africa
Got along fine with nature
The wind lifted me up
Flew high
Along with the birds
Laughing and giggling
Oh! Had fun in Africa
Papa sent me to school in between
To learn stuff
To learn wisdom from the books
Written in the west
They taught me religion
The white man was god
My mother cried
Thought my soul was lost
In the books of the gods
They gave me scholarship
Sent me to Europe
To learn more stuff
They gave me tests
Asked me weird questions
To measure my IQ
Aristotle, Darwin, and Columbus
The queens and kings of Europe
No Idea such people existed
Never cared to know
Played no role in my life
When tending goats and sheep
Back in Africa
I flunked all tests
On Greek wisdom
On their version of African history
On their version of ancient Egypt
On their version of colonialism and slavery
On their version of who I am
On their version of god
So they concluded
My IQ was zero
It became hard statistics
It became science
It became wisdom
Part of their textbooks
A model for black IQ
I decided to measure their IQ
Asked the scientists about goats and sheep
About the sun, the wind and the rivers in Africa
Our version of history
Our version of religion
Our version of God
Our version of me
Our version of colonialism and slavery
our wisdom
They all flunked
I sent the results to Africa
To my fellow shepherds
To my mother, uncles and aunts
To the goats and the sheep
To the sun and the wind
My rivers and lakes
Even to the wolves
I almost killed them
Cause they couldn't stop laughing
If they are not dead by now
They are still laughing