Black Poem by Tinashe mulambo
Black
Im black im, proud thats the color of my black skin.
We the children of Africa.
Addicted to massacres
We the children of ebola...
Everyday there is less of us.
I wonder if there is space for us,
Since many are called but few are chosen..
At the end I found pride in my exploits
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: struggle
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
hidden pride which you find when you black
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