MI SMO UMJETNOST

Ja sam zemaljska Pjesnička krv tla Kalaharija
pa poezija teče i puzi između membrana ispod moje pjesničke kože
Čula mi urliču kao lavovi iz Čobe Džungle
do Pijeska Okavanga, preko potoka i rijeka naših predaka
Veslala sam svojim mokorom duže od vremena, jer za vrijeme nisam znala
Borila sam se, ali sam putovala
Uhodala u istočne vjetrove poput krila Afričke Ribe Orla
uzdižući se u metaforičkim tonovima i jezicima mog naivnog govora poput melodije kiše
što natopila je moje tijelo kad su se oblaci okupili i grmjeli pred pun mjesec
Ja sam pjesnički plijen, Lame
i moje žrtve su plakale od radosti
kad je krdo ove zemlje pratilo njihove otiske stopala i umjetničke radove stjenopisa na brdima Ghwihaba
Moji preci su mi rekli da prepoznam misticizam
da se za snove pastira zna da su sveti
Ja sam sveta stijena između kamena i planine
Ja sam kreativna vrsta što pronalazi melanholiju
Anomalija koja definiše majčinu prirodu ispod moje sopstvene kože
I sredstvo sam ovih masa da prihvate moju industriju prema održivom razvoju mog naroda i nasljeđa
Istorija i mitološke misterije crnog djeteta koje jesam
Moje hrabre oči zaljubile su se u hrabro srce poput zlatnih sjena zalaska rijeke dok talasi njenih voda skidaju padajuće sijenke
i pitaše nas ko smo
i rekli smo da smo umjetnost, mi smo umjetnost

Translated to Montenegrin by Anđela Turukalo Dabetić
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WE ARE ART

I am a terrestrial Poeticblood from the soils of Kalahari
And poetry pours and crawl between membrane under my poetic skin
My senses roar like the lions of the Chobe Jungle
To the Sands of Okavango, across streams and the rivers of our forefathers deep
I paddled my mokoro for days longer than time for time was unknown to me
I struggled yet travelled
And walked further into the eastern winds like the wings of the African Fish Eagle
Soaring higher in metaphorical tones and tongues of my naive speech as melodies of a drizzle
Drizzling my body drenched when rain clouds gathered and thundered before the full moon
I am a poetic bounty, Lame
And my victims have cried tears of joy
When the pride of this land tracked their footprints and artworks of the rock paintings at the Ghwihaba hills
My ancestors told me to behold this mystique
That dreams of a shepherd are known to be sacred
I am a sacred stone between the stones of a mountain
I am a creative kind to find this melancholy
The anomaly that define mother nature’s blood under my own skin
And I am the vehicle of this masses to embrace my industry towards sustainable development of my people and heritage
The history and methological mystiques of the black child i am
My bold eyes fell in love with a bold heart like the golden sunset shadows of river when waves of its water exposed the fallen shadows
And they asked we are
And we said we are art, we are art

Spoken word poet

High level of unemployment leads to many instabilities among the people. Through poetry as an art, we can bridge the gap by contributing to the economy and opening up jobs through capitalizing our crafts and selling to other countries.

1. Oceans of Untold Goodbye, poetry collection. 2020

YES