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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Shades of Africa: In Black and White Black, the ink of sorrow, stains the page, Of slavery's chains, a bitter, endless rage. Colonial scars, a legacy of pain, Exploited riches, a cruel, enduring rain. The weight of history, a heavy, somber shroud, Where whispers of the past, speak only aloud Of suffering and loss, a tragic, haunting refrain, A shadow of despair, a constant, aching strain. White, the gleam of hope, a diamond in the nightscape, A tapestry woven with vibrant, radiant light. Rich cultures blooming, a symphony of sound, From ancient rhythms, a life-giving ground. The strength of spirit, unbroken, bold, and free, A legacy of resilience, for all eyes to see. Innovation's spark, a beacon in the gloom, A future forged in hope, escaping the tomb. In shades of Africa, the past and present meet, A tapestry woven, bittersweet, complete. Black and white entwined, a complex, poignant hue, A history of struggle, a future shining through. The weight of sorrow, with courage can be borne, A new fresh dawn is emerging, the dawn of a better day. But the world still sees only the shadows, the pain, Ignoring the brilliance, the strength that remains. Let us peel back the layers, the veil that conceals, Uncover the narratives, the stories that heal. For in the depths of Africa, a symphony resides, Of voices unheard, where truth often hides. Let us listen closely, to the whispers of the soul; The souls of our ancestors, souls of the living, To the rhythms of history, making the whole. A continent of stories, waiting to be told, A tapestry of dreams, in colors yet untold.
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