Africa

Africa.

Black is golden,

My identity, I begotten,

My people beholden, they belong.

I’m ‘charcoal-ate’, I hear ‘em say,

That I’m colored, I wonder what color,

But, you too are white in color,

I’m Africa and black, I’m colorful.

Whispers, out and about continents,

I heard ‘em say, dark continent,

It wasn’t a complement.

Oh! Doomed! It’s what’s dark, they mean,

It dawns, all, and I see mean,

Then why reap of me, the doomed, minnows,

I’m Africa, proud of dark, beauty of black.

I’m a mother, the cradle of mankind,

How un-African to insult own mother,

I’m wealthy than none, I pride myself,

Exploited and ripped nude, enriching thyself,

Then I hear ‘em say third world, awe!

Illegitimately, ‘em are first world, awe!

I’m Africa and my other name, first world, legit!

I’m Africa and He that adorns is heavenly,

I die not now, not ever, I’m heavenly,

I toil not in vain,

I see forth a reward, in horizon, via a vein,

It trickles of my existence, defying villains,

Heavenly, the last shall lead the way,

I’m Africa and I’m heavenly ordained anyway.

Compiled tickler,

Son of the unquenched

Kevin Murungi.

murungikevin@yahoo.com

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