I Am Mama Africa Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr

I Am Mama Africa

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I am mama Africa, mother of humanity
My soul flows in all people in all places
I am Queen of Shebah the essence of beauty
You see me in people, people of all races.

I am mama Africa yes, I'm the Ashanti Gold
look at my jet black soul, I am forever young
I am ancient, dark, golden glorious to behold
Akwaba my children, sing me the Ebone song.

I am mama Africa, I gave birth to Mozambique
See all my plains spread from ducor to Cairo
Green my fertile soil, dark my soul so unique
I am mama Africa, roots of mount Kilimanjaro.

I am mama Africa, adorned with wealth infinite
Watch my strides, I represent perpetual grace
Hear me my children, cease to fight and unite
For your sakes came uhuru, all I want is peace.

I Am Mama Africa
Friday, June 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: solidarity
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My people, My continent and its natural beauty has alway been at the center of the world's imagination, especially those who haven't yet experienced Mama Africa personally.I its natural wonder, the vast continent to us African is home and it represents something else: between the shades of the baobab trees and the beautiful plains, the contrast is there, recognizable only by us.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 30 June 2017

Mother of Humanity! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Ivan Brooks 09 July 2017

Thanks Kofi....Please read '' Quiet Time ''

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Rajnish Manga 02 June 2017

am mama Africa, adorned with wealth infinite Watch my strides, I represent perpetual grace Great tribute to the land, its people, nature's bounty and cultural richness of the African continent. Thank you so much for encapsulating all this and much more in this beautiful poem, Ivan.

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Ivan Brooks 07 June 2017

Thanks a lot for your kind words Rajnish, I remain forever grateful to.May God bless you with more poetic grace in abundance!

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Ivan Brooks 02 June 2017

I Am Mama Africa, Mother of Humanity, says a lot and closes the debate about the original ancestry of the modern man..sought of! As a poet, without delving in the historical or anthropological facts, I tried to repaint the picture of Africa in this beautiful poetic narrative- not too far from what the scholars gave us .A mother proudly calls her children, talk of her own beauty, praises her golden brown and beautiful queens..her daughters...she's the mother of humanity and she birthed all the great mountains...enjoy!

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Ivan Brooks Sr

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Monrovia, Liberia
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