The Black African
Black is my identity,
I'm found in the black of existence
black bushy hair, black the color of my skin.
Beautified to this black at birth
I rise this black to the height of colors ,
I rise this black to the height of races
I am the black African
blessed black by the mighty hand of creation,
distinctively woven into the tapestry of humanity
for the beauty of its countenance,
I rise this black to the height of colors
i rise this black to the height of races
After all,
is this blackness not to be flaunted
on a day like this?
Today , tomorrow and forever the morrow
I am the black African
strumming a tune that echoes
in the wilderness of Africa to the affirmation of our being
Found in the black of existence,
I am the black African
from my mbira player playing a rhythm
that denounces the follies of our barbarism
behold i say top a fellow black African;
the black of our skin looks best at its pristine,
the black in us feels sweet without hate
We can rise above xenophobia and civil wars
Indeed i say
in the ways of love and unity
this blackness is the greatest taste of Africa.
Black is our identity
together we can fight poverty and diseases ashore
Black bushy hair , black the color of our skin
beautified to this black at birth
We can rise this black to the height of colors,
We can rise this black to the height of races
Behold i say
blackness was born in us to be celebrated,
It is to be flaunted on a day like this
Today , tomorrow and forever the morrow.
Copyright © Edward Dzonze | Year Posted 2016
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