ME, MY ORIGIN, MY IDEOLOGY
here is a creature, like the sun
and he is a black son
a proud and a patriotic African
though he is friendly with American
he has an ambition so high
like a microscopic sight
to change some wrongs done
through words so compiled
He is not popelistic
Rather very optimistic
visualizing an Africa without spot
To change into a paradisaic spot
Though his means so paralyzed
in an economy so criticized
yet like the eagle he aspires
to reach the heavenly skies
Suddenly, he flies downwards
By an act so degrading
He wishes not to beg
for he believe its not bravely
but would he face extinction
becuase of his determination
To loose the mind and the aim
the very reason of his birth
I apologize for being Black
tell me, what i would have been?
I am proudly Black
I look forward to a unified race
Where color is a mere feature
and not a distinction
Where our hearts will beat
to corroborate this rhythm
Of world peace
A planet free from hunger.
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