I Hear The Heart Beat Of Mother Africa Poem by Clarence Williams

 I hear the sounds of a craggiest
Bunch of people


 
I feel the heart beat of mother Africa that birth you, and I. To find a creative intelligent bunch of people of color that exist in the mist of strength was there sprit.

To be taken from there home into man made ships to be beaten, whipped, and sold and treated like there less then gold
But the sparkle was still in there eye  Even when the sweat fell from there brow blood became the voice of future generation that was inside of their wombs.

To stand up for whats right when it was unsafe to do so and become knock back down and be pull from the roots tho, thur there struggles  time, and time and over, and over again.

 But they couldn't loose sight  because God was with them, and thats the bigger picture a goal that  change is coming and were going home! We as a people 
Had
An
Experience,
 a song in our heart thur masking and pretending thur a fight to believing that we are skin, bones, blood, human a
 who creates invents that sat the tone and the bar  a force to be raking that the race is not given to the swift but those who endure into thee end. We're 
  what strength is defined as we are the heart beat of Africa!