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Arose me in the early morn, Sitting under a blossom flower, Thinking about my black race with penchant, And the inspiring sounds of the birds, Easing my thoughts. Africa, the inestimable jewel. The race of cultural manifestation The strength of peace. The race, not only do i call continent, But my heaven on earth. Africa, the heaven of different creatures The paradise of great heroes Blessed with gold, And crowned with peace and dignity. Africa, the matter to all lands, Father to other races. The Land of undying hope, On the highest hills and mountains. Like ghost of no child, we tell your story. Africa my Africa, My allegiance, i pledge, My oath, i swear. The greatest race ever. " I am proud of being an African, the land of enormous harvest, watered by rain. Alimi Abdulkabir Poetry

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Date: 8/14/2020 6:47:00 AM
The imagery in the opening stanza is beautiful. I also enjoyed the last three lines of the third stanza "The Land of undying hope,/ on the highest hills and mountains./Like ghost of no child, we tell your story." also stayed with me.
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Date: 8/14/2020 7:28:00 AM
Thanks for the love and concern. I hope to impress you more