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Elizabeth Edoh Poem
I am not a Slave.
I am not your slave.
I am not for Sale.
I am not an object
Not to be bought as you please.
Not to be used as you please.
I am a human being.
Superior to you as,
I am no Slavemaster.
Superior to you as,
I know that human beings
are equal.
I don't have to tell you or
educat you about your
wrong doing.
They are your Wrongs.
Your responsibility.
My mother didn't go throu
the pain of childbirth for me
to be auditioned and sold.
My ancestor didn't go throu
Years of abuse, pain and suffering
at the hands of Slavemasters
For me, to endure the same things.
I am a human being.
Perfectly imperfect.
I am not your slave.
I am not for sale.
I will never be your slave.
You can try to break me.
You can try to erase my heritage.
You can try to destroy my Homeland.
But You, can never erase my DNA.
You will never succeed.
I am not your slave.
I will never be your slave.
I was born to survive.
Survive against all odds.
I was born to live.
I am a human being
Superior, to everyone who want to
Be a Slavemaster.
I am a Human being.
Perfectly imperfect
I am not a Slave.
You don't have to like me.
You don't have to care for me.
You don't need to fight for me.
You just have to let me be.
A human being.
perfectly imperfect
Living according to my rules.
I am not a Slave.
I am not your slave.
I am a human being.
Perfectly imperfect.
I am Me.
Let me be me.
No Slave of Mankind.
Perfectly imperfect.
Superior, to everyone
who want to be
a Slavemaster.
I am not a Slave.
I will never be your slave.
Just a human being
Like you.
Like You, who don't want to be
a Slave.
I am saying no to slavery.
I am not for Sale.
I am not a Slave.
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Elizabeth Edoh Poem
The Wait.
Kling after kling
Chain After chains
I can feel the unseen
rope tighten around my neck.
I swallow and wait
Waiting for my turn.
Waiting To be sold.
I can feel my stomach tighten
of Hunger and Pain.
My throat dried of thirst.
Waiting for my turn
Waiting beside my brothers
Waiting to be sold.
Is this how my ancestors feeled?
Helplessness, emptiness and Anger
as I wait.
Waiting to be sold.
Why? Oh Why?
Closing my eyes and hoping
for it to be a lie.
A lie
For its too unreal
For I am to be sold
Into slavery
In the 21st century.
May the Wait
Kill me
As the betrayal is
Too much to bear.
Betrayed by my Landsmann
Betrayed by my Homeland
Betrayed by the world
As they watch with
their eyes open, as i wait.
Waiting to be sold
In the 21st Century .
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Elizabeth Edoh Poem
It's not about us they think,
as they change the tv channel.
It's not about us they think,
As they turn the
pages of the news paper
It's not about us they think,
as they scroll through their
timeline.
It's not about us.
It's not about us.
It's not about us they think,
As they continue enjoying
their Privileg.
The Privileg of Peace and comfort.
It's not about us.
It's not about us.
Until the tables turn.
Until your family and friends
are been dragged out of
their houses.
Until you are been sold.
Until you are on the
Receiving End.
It's not about us.
It's not about us
Said the bystander
As they kept on walking
Ignoring the screams and Pain
of the victims
They head.
It's not about us they think
until karma catch up to them.
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Elizabeth Edoh Poem
As I march with my brothers and sisters
With tears in my eyes and their chanting in my ears I have to ask myself once again why?
Why? And for what reason must we still
Fight for equality?.
Why must we fight to be heard?.
Why must we fight to be acknowledge?
Acknowledge as Human beings.
Acknowledge to be left alone.
As I March with my brothers and sisters with our voices hoarse from shouting,
Our throats hurting from chanting.
Knowing our Homeland is suffering.
Knowing Africa is been destroyed step by step. Our resources been stolen.
Our people suffering.
Knowing corruption is killing us.
I have to ask myself
Why? Why must we still fight to be seen?.
When will our suffering be seen?
When will our Pains be acknowledged?.
As I March with my brothers and sisters
With souls of our ancestors beside us.
With their Pains and suffering in our minds
We shout and chant even as our throats hurts. Because the Pain will never equal to what they have went through.
We the generation of Today.
Who never suffered the Pains our our ancestors. Who only knew about them through Books as our history is not even taught in schools.
As I March with my brothers and sisters
We shout out our pain as we were perplexed to see our people still been seen as object.
As we had to see our people been auditioned and sold.
Just like our ancestors.
Been sold and the world just watching.
Ignoring us once again as we are still not acknowledge as Human beings.
As we are still not been seen as equal.
As the world just don't care about us.
They don't care about us.
They never cared about us.
So I keep marching and shouting with my brothers and sisters.
I keep shouting and chanting with my brothers and sisters. Even as we walk through the rain. Even as our voices are hoarse and our throats hurting.
We keep marching because we care.
We keep marching because we are worth it.
We keep marching because we want a change.
We keep marching because we are the change.
We won't wait to be acknowledge.
We won't wait to be seen.
We are the World
Our future starts with us.
So world if you don't want to see us as Human beings.
We will make ourselves be seen
We won't be ignored
We stand up for ourselves
We March for ourselves
We are the change we want to see.
We are our freedom fighters.
So as I March with my brothers and sisters
I know am doing the right thing.
I know it is worth it.
As I am standing up for my people
As I am standing up for my brothers and sisters.
I March and March.
I March towards a better Future.
We March together.
We March for our rights. We are the change we want to see. We will be the change for our future.
Power to my brothers and sisters
Power to my people.
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Elizabeth Edoh Poem
Mr. Bystander why can't you
hear me scream.
Mr. Bystander why can't you see me suffering.
Mr. Bystander.
Oh Mr bystander
Dont ignore my agony.
Don't ignore my Pain.
Mr bystander.
Oh Mr bystander don't ignore the
corruption and victims of the world.
Mr. Bystander you are a witness.
A witness to the falsehood of the world.
You are a witness even if you close your eyes.
Mr. Bystander.
One day it will be your turn.
One day you will be the victim.
You will be on the receiving end.
It will be about you.
You will seek for help.
You Won't want to be ignored.
You will think you deserve to be noticed.
You will think your life matters.
So Mr bystander
Please don't ignore me.
My life matters.
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Elizabeth Edoh Poem
Cry out to Mama Africa.
Mama Africa, Mama Africa
your children are crying.
Mama Africa, Mama Africa
your children are suffering.
Mama Africa, Mama Africa
The ancestors of your children
are screaming out of Pain.
Mama Africa, Mama Africa
your children are dying out
of your ignorance.
Mama you are killing us.
Why my Homeland
why didn't you learn out
of the past.
Mama, you keep on repeating
the same Mistakes over
and over again.
Covering your eyes as your
children are been sold.
Covering your eyes as your
children are been killed.
Mama, remember oh
Remember us
Remember a mother's
Love.
Remember, oh Mama
Remember
as Brothers and sisters
Keep betraying Each other.
Mama
Oh Mama Africa
Why can't you feel our Pain
Mama why can't you hear us scream.
Mama Africa your
children are suffering.
Mama Africa,
Stop selling
us to our death's.
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Elizabeth Edoh Poem
Cry out to Mama Africa.
Mama Africa, Mama Africa
your children are crying.
Mama Africa, Mama Africa
your children are suffering.
Mama Africa, Mama Africa
The ancestors of your children
are screaming out of Pain.
Mama Africa, Mama Africa
your children are dying out
of your ignorance.
Mama you are killing us.
Why my Homeland
why didn't you learn out
of the past.
Mama, you keep on repeating
the same Mistakes over
and over again.
Covering your eyes as your
children are been sold.
Covering your eyes as your
children are been killed.
Mama, remember oh
Remember us
Remember a mother's
Love.
Remember, oh Mama
Remember
as Brothers and sisters
Keep betraying Each other.
Mama
Oh Mama Africa
Why can't you feel our Pain
Mama why can't you hear us scream.
Mama Africa your
children are suffering.
Mama Africa,
Stop selling
us to our death's.
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