I am Africa

I am a child of the black continent,
a light no one can put out.
I am a part of the happening history
a piece of the changing revolutionary.
I am the key to her ancestors'
long-denied dreams;
the night her people adorn like cream.

I am the wind that sweeps
mournfully over her violated lands;
the sun that harshly bakes
her unforgiving vast deserts.
I am the treasure beneath
her unliberated rich soil;
the polluted air
contributing to the climate boil.

I am the wails of her sad mothers
over the immature deaths of their young.
I am the blood of her offsprings
coalescing at the feet of their tribesmen.
I am the pain they hide deep within
masked with glittering melanin.
I am the burning defiance
fueling several worthy insurgents.

I am her sexy long beaches
binding land and sea like stitches.
I am the loud music
ever present on her vibrant streets;
the unending party
that is her addictive nightlife;
I am the beauty of her chaotic markets;
the richness blended in her traditional cuisines.

I am the diversity of her dialects
her fire spitting tongues
melodiously chatting away blues.
I am her promising future
minus this corruption culture;
I am her progress hanging for dear life
in the hands of commons man vote;
I am the undying spirit of Africa!

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