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They captured and tortured my humanity.
They believed slavery and colonization would slaughter my Africanness.
Their heirs now ask me to sing praises of assimilation and integration,
To become yet another mop in service of the Republic of Enslaving Enlightenment.
I was born free, with Africa as my sacred land.
I will never bow before my oppressors.
I will never celebrate the darkness of negrophobia.
I loathe racism as fiercely as those supremacist savages hate the beauty of my skin.
I am not Michael Jackson.
I will never be ashamed of being a dark-skinned Sub-Saharan.
I will never search for an excuse not to embrace the melanin that blesses my skin, scarred by racism.
I now live in the land of Enlightenment, the land of human rights,
On soil deeply hostile to my very humanity,
Where police brutality too often ends in deliberate killings, when flashing lights and sirens hunt down Sub-Saharan Africans.
They want me to believe that having black skin is a curse.
They have sown chaos in the cradle of humankind for millennia.
These vultures hunt down the wealth of the continent that birthed humanity.
I despise the docile, servile negroes, hooked on corruption, submission, cowardice, and betrayal.
I despise all those bloodthirsty African dictators, kneeling at the altar of Western savagery.
When Africa is spoken of, the themes are always deathly and grim,
Bloated bellies crushed by famine and absolute misery.
They built esoteric temples, churches, and mosques to ease the savage plundering of Africa's raw materials.
They imagined, theorized, planned, orchestrated, and ignited fratricidal and genocidal wars across fertile lands, rich with natural resources.
They turned Africa into a human organ bank, free and under open skies.
Their satellites and radars are blind to the millions of African migrants dying on the perilous routes through the Sahara and the Mediterranean.
To them, Africa is both a dump site and a reservoir of free mineral resources.
To them, we have no right to sanctify justice, truth, liberty, equality, and fraternity.
To them, we are still wild monkeys clinging to trees in African forests.
They think we’ve forgotten the Black Code, the charter of imperialism, the papal bulls of slaver popes, the colonial pacts, the Code of Indigeneity, the slave trades, the slave plantations, their segregationist laws, the human zoos, and the negroes drowned for sport.
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