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My Africa

MY AFRICA My Africa; oh my beautiful Africa Words of your past glories gladdens my heart History embeds in her heart; stories of you Africa Ages through ages; you gave birth to men of brave hearts Expectation didn’t expect much from you Africa Yet, you tried your best to live up to expectations Your 18th to 20th century ancestors suffered invasion of your lands Helpless and ignorant; they suffered a lot from the invaders of your land With eyes that can only watch; they watched your cultures drift away Today, with my heart that can also love; my love for you Africa will never drift away. I thank you God for having created me black The blacks are Africans; Africa is black It feels very natural to be a natural African; an Africa African Beyond the deserts, out of the forests and above the mountains of Africa There will never be a need for me to introduce myself as an African Everywhere I go, anybody that sees me sees Africa I am proud of our lands; the brave son of the soil Some fools don’t take pride in our land; the name Africa they soil Home and abroad; we all share the same ancestral lineage of the 3rd century Africans Today, Africa is for all and not just for Africans. Oh my lovely Africa! I need not open my eyes to see the splendour of your beauty The caress of your sun warms my black skin I only need to look up and see the clearness of your skies I cannot swim to swim enough of your charming waters The birds sing in glory of your proud high mountains Your land is so rich in minerals and natural resources Not even natural disasters can cause disasters to us The earthquakes and tsunamis are still myths to your people I take pride in you my Africa. Lordvip D’ Poetic Beast 07068097126

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Date: 11/6/2015 8:29:00 PM
The problem with this poem is that it anchors the reader in the past. All it does is lament and not give hope or look at current and future realities. It is blatantly racist and drips in black nationalism which is as evil as the white nationalism that once prevailed on this continent.
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