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Pride of Being African

Let our hands interlock into a beautiful zipper of prayer and take pride in being african! "What is the pride of being african" Asks a girl- unknowing of the roots from which her family tree grows .. The lines on the palm of her hands resemble the veins of the african leaves she was born into. Her Bi-racial hair curled up in locks of african beauty Nd yet she asks " what is the pride of being african? An african woman whose only pride is the curve of her hips and the natural arch of her back- ignoring the map with which her mind can make- or the different shades of brown her skin radiates into the rich airs of africa.. In the middle of an undeclared war We uncounciously submit to a mental slavery ..seeking comfort in the pains of the past.. Slitting our rists with resentment and self pity.. Handicappin our minds - moving forward but still arriving at the previous destination! Such wounded nations! Why do we scrape the african tatoo in the arteries of our hearts by poking the the past makin way for its venom to make us bitter... Perpetually impregnating our minds Only to give birth to a vendetta! Is that the pride of being African! Adding insult to injury we duck and cover Hidding from the touch of rain Shieldin ourselves from the sun's smile But then.. Then we embraced the weather and posed in the sun as if God was takin a piicture.. Then children with no toys believed they could transform oxygen into gold Then a mother through trials nd tribulations could still find a corner within the circle of her mud hut Then the diamonds of Africa lay in the sparkling eyes of a new born -raised to the heavens as an African declaration I listen to the invisible wind chimes made by mother nature Singing songs of praise Painting african countries on this canvas we call Africa! I see the poetry that lies within future Nelson Mandelas.. Seretse Khamas.. Futures You's and Me's I inhale the soils and all the memories imprinted on them jus as Africa is imprinted on me - I rub off hurtful footprints of hunger slavery.. All for the pride of being african Let our hands interlock like a beautiful zipper of prayer- nd take pride in being african

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