I Am A Child Of The Black Soil
Every day I face the suffering of Africans
I wake up to see the beauty of the valleys,
I don't smell coffee but breeze from the Nile River,
I touch wild animals and spend time with them fearlessly,
I count the stars every evening,
The skies are always peaceful.
While the conflict of hunger strike on land,
I am the child of the black soil.
I listen to the rhythm of djembe,
And they make me feel deep roots I was born into,
Sunday, May 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: african poem,sorrow,sorrows