Blessing Anastasia Abaka
Golden Black (The Symbol Of Originality) - Poem by Blessing Anastasia Abaka
The golden black of unity, that cascade upon my deep stress.
' Who said black is not golden'
'Who said black is not dignity'
'Who said blacks are not determined'
'And who said blacks do not have self objectives'
I pray for my country, I pray for the sick,
I pray for the determined, I pray for those that love, '
I pray for my family, I pray for all.
As i sat upon my golden chair looking at my skin
The golden black of the nation,
Then I remembered the song my mother used to sing to me.
The poem she taught me and the laughter we both shared.
I remember the way she clean my tears
And the way she told me
'Black is golden'
And i asked her why,
she whispered to me
Cos you're golden, d black in you is beautiful, pure and bright.
AND I said to myself;
'If I'm golden, blacks are determined'
'I love my Nation'
'I love beauty'
'And I love my Golden Black'
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