Great People Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

I was born of a great people. I was born of the earth and all the creatures creeping on it. I was born of the air and all its elements. I was born of the waters and all the beast in it. My people from which I come are gods. I feel their strength in my veins, I feel their power that gave life to all living creatures, I feel their stealth in times uncertain, I feel the rhythm of their music, the kind of music that revealed demons hidden and gave life to the dead. I feel their voices in the silence of the night, when days are dark and shadows disappeared I feel their presence right around me. I feel them when I solve mathematical problems, and I feel them in science experiments. I can tell they came up with these stuff. I feel them in the tare in the cities and I feel them in the openness of the deserts. I feel them in the Clive's and I follow their echoes in the caves. I am finding myself. I am theirs and they are mine. Dark and dipped in gold. They are Africans and so am I.

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