Black Poetry : Africa,My forgotten Land!

Andreattah

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Sep 25, 2003
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I refuse to believe....
that the land where i took my first breath,
is enveloped with darkness
How can that be the absolute truth
when at its beating heart
Lies a refined,elegant diamond with
a virginal sparkle?

Yes,i'm the diamond
My mother is the diamond
My sister is the diamond
The world switched off their torches and forgot about my land
Their mortifying thoughts incinerated my land
I switch on the tv and i'm bamboozled
by what i see about my land
My eyes decieve me
Let alone engorge
For what i know is not what i see
An existence untold...for it wouldn't make
bestseller on the bookstands

Yesterday the rebels where at the center of
world news
Given so much limelight as the stars from Tinseltown
Today my president was honoured for taking a stand on peace
For having pledged his life,to have his gracefull queen,
my beautiful land,in a democratic system

But is that really worth the eyes of those
who have come to believe...
That i,my mother,my sister live by the spear,
with verocious animals for pets..
Wandering zealously for their next human feast
Maybe i shouldn't say feast coz the lion might get his hopes up
For Africa starves right?

I have clothes on my back and it's not because my father is a king
nor does my grandmother come from a line of queens
I'm just the average African....living her life
but my story goes untold

Africa...my Africa...the mother who gave birth to courageous souls
From Cape to Cairo
From the Kalahari to the Okavango swamps
From Kilimanjaro to the river nile

A beat was heard in the far east...
A rhythm that echoed around the world and inspired a song
Ullulations filled the air for the African bride came home
She is now cosmopolitan
Yet the rest of the world sees her untainted white gown
....as just another cow hide creation

Don't get me wrong i don't begrudge my culture
I'm just sick and tired of this pigeon hole that has been imposed on me
I'm curbed into this little space that i'm supposed to call my home
No window,no door...how am i supposed to breathe
My only hope is to find my trail out of this box

An explorer came to my land
And he saw beauty personified
Amazement was encrypted on his breath
The beauty he saw was an infringement of his absolute truths
Will he ever tell the world about the splendor of my land
Somehow i doubt that...

I am astonished by my "sistas"
I don't question the word "sista"
For together we are bound by our roots...
Roots that go deep,yet winds of change have plucked them up
from mother earth
"Motherland is my home"...she says
"But where exactly on the map is it?"....she asks
My sista,my brother all i'm saying is...
Before you dream the motherland,talk about the motherland,
listen to this story for it's a story untold...
 
i love how u expressed this great motherland
we seem to forget her sweet Africa ...........

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