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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The colored pains are carved onto the back of my ancestors’ history. My oppressors see my Africanness as a curse, the rotten fruit of savagery, slavery, and the barbarity of colonization. The blackness of my skin has made me a suspect since the cotton fields. I am from the cradle of humanity. I grew up in a colonial trading post. My homeland never had factories that manufactured weapons of war, yet I know how to handle a Kalashnikov like those child soldiers. My first shock: an infant, cut to pieces and stuffed in a sack hanging from a palm tree. After the colonial massacres, dead cities to soften the cruelty of a bloodthirsty dictatorship. I share the same convictions as those independence fighters that the general’s colonial army labeled as “rebels.” I am neither a suburban kid nor a ghetto dweller. I took my first steps in a shantytown of Equatorial Africa. Some cross the Mediterranean toward the Western tyranny of misery, while others choose the illicit path to shine in the gloomy cells of capitalism, lit by the flashing lights of the “Republic of Enlightenment” slavers. These Western impostors treat Africa like an open-air dump, while their neo-colonial military bases protect the safety of multinational corporations that have been savagely plundering Africa’s wealth for centuries. They finance Islamic terrorist groups so that African dictators can sing the globalist symphonies of Western democracy. I am a Sub-Saharan animist like the first pharaohs. I remember the massacre of the Amerindians when I see African Americans filling the prisons of a nation born from genocide. My holy land is Africa. I will never submit to the negrophobic laws of supremacists indoctrinated with the vile delusions of the Third Reich. I remember Pope Nicholas V’s papal bull when I see the Catholic Church meddling in the political affairs of Africa’s banana republics. Slave blood in my veins, in my heart too much pain, only love, no hate. My conscience has never been chained. My criminal record remains spotless, like the orifices of the Christ’s own mother.
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