Middle Passage Child
Africa! my beloved Africa…mother
continent of my ancestor’s ancestors…
how well I know of you; yearn for you; yet
I have not met you in person.
America! my beloved America…father
continent of my parents and theirs…
how well I know you; live with and love you;
yet you treat me as if I’m a bastard child.
African-American I am; a blooming ebony child
from the spread loins of two fertile continents.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2019
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