Africa

Thus she had lain

sugercane sweet

deserts her hair

golden her feet

mountains her breasts

two Niles her tears.

Thus she has lain

Black through the years.

Over the white seas

rime white and cold

brigands ungentled

icicle bold

took her young daughters

sold her strong sons

churched her with Jesus
bled her with guns.

Thus she has lain.

Now she is rising

remember her pain

remember the losses

her screams loud and vain

remember her riches

her history slain

now she is striding
although she has lain.

by

MAYA ANGELOU

another blessed poem to share with you all.!

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Africa Is You

Black people,

Whatever shade your skin may be.

You are Africa,

Always Africa to me.

She dances in your eyes

To the drum beat

That is your heart.

Her roots have crossed waters

From Nigeria to New York.

Her spirit lives on,

In this black spectrum she is us.

Echoing in our laughter,

Our pain and sorrow too.

Black people you are Africa,

Africa is you.


Walter H. Rooks Jr.

just wanted to share this...for you reading pleasure!

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