Africa Oh My Africa Poem by Damilare Ijagbemi

Africa oh My Africa

I am black, my skin is my pride,
I am an African, the world's heritage of knowledge
My culture is beautiful and I'm deep rooted in it

Africa oh my Africa,
You're contaminated by the visitors
Who painted you primitive and barbaric
Your children were forced into hard labour under the thralldom of the Europid ancestry
They became preys in another man's land
They were subjected to hard labour and killing
Your daughters to rape and objects of satisfaction
Hurrah! ! ! The blacks are physically free
But not from mental slavery

Africa oh my my Africa
Your children are gone, gone to the land of no return
See the two breasts of your daughters battling to see the day even in their closet
Your sons have abandoned their bravery and taken up skirts.
Negroes as you're called by the owl eyes
When would thou heed to your mother's calls?
The pro slavery are over-joyed at your attitudes
To them, you are still a servitude.

Ijagbemi Damilare Peters