I'm an Afrikan
#I_am_an_Afrikan
Rose from dusty arid land of these great mountains and forests, guided and quenched by life breeding rivers and lakes, my mind and head kept at landscapes soo nurturing and grinding, the rare breeding ancestorline of blackmen. Breathed into my nostrils and system, is sharp crafted wisdom, meant to keep me sane and in perspective
vested in me, is compassion, humility and diginity, the great inheritance imparted to me by my forefathers. I speak in staticness and great courage and boldness in my voice, unwaveringly saying"I'm a afrikan"
weakness and cowardness make way, whenever I ascend podium of expressing my whereabouts, intergrity is what warms my mind and voice and I feel elevated beyond measures, Afrika is my begining and my ending, Afrika! Land of my forefathers, great origin, reach and strong culture and heritage, then who stand to question me, when Afrika is my breathing land, dare not to say how nor why for I am an Afrikan
#Poetic_Ink
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