Leader, May I?

Your tongues are crooked like the roads
from Serti-Baruwa back home
yet your lies have shock absorbers.
Africans think they’re a mistake
being born in a black home like this.

Without your names, you know these words
without your names, they speak to you
my kid cousin is now pregnant
social welfare sits on its wheels.
does she give birth to a leader?

Ruddapoet