Iam An African Poem by Anzelyne shideshe

Africa my charm
For it delights my tidings
It's not my ebony skin
That allure the masses
Or the coarse hair
That makes me stand out
It's the scorching sun
That brightens my melanin
Iam an African

A face of diversity
Moulded together in harmony
In a unique sense of style
With indigenous tastes and preferences
That strikes hearts of many
When they gaze at my Kilimanjaro
And gallop through my Serengeti
Quenching there curiosity at the Maasai Mara
After flying over the Sahara

A black pearl, iam
Yet you can spot me vividly
You wonder how I shine
In my broad twilight
The secret is my mama Africa
She taught me her accent
That outstands linguistics
Ask my father Africa he knows the secret

Is it ironic even though I wear
Gold and silver
My African beads shines as diamonds
Yes iam African
For you know my ideals
That is, my rich culture.