Not because im black.
But because my heart warms
And tears run down my face
When i think about AFRICA.
I am an African,
Not because i live here,
But because the African
Sun lit my paths.
Because the air that i breath
Is from these majestic mountains.
That air nurtured me
Growing up.
I am an African,
Not because i can speak
Swahili, Shona, Zulu or Xhosa.
But because my heart is
Shaped like a question mark,
Just like AFRICA.
I am an African,
Not because i am black,
But because my umbilical cord
Is burried under the majestic
Mountains of AFRICA.
I am Africa not because I am black, but because I was sent to America in chains, but I have rose above the pain. Great poem.
Well, like they always say, we are all people Afo-rui-ka. Should we shout out loud to the stars above: Africa our Begining Africa our ending. lovely. :)
Beautiful poem. I am African too not because i can speak English mixed with Shona (Shonglish) but because thats what I am. Makadini henyu poet. Isu kuno tinofara hedu. Great ode to mama Africa
I love this poem and I am going to perform it at the cultural competitions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem speaks of a true love for your country. No matter what goes on there should be a sense of belonging to the place of your heritage. The beautiful wildlife, nature, the people all live in a very special bond of existence. God bless Africa and all of the nations on earth. Peace to my brothers and sisters. An excellent write.