The Book Of Africa {Poetry}

{The Book Of Africa} Poem 1 |•| I Am An African.

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I am an African
Not because I was born there
But because my heart beats with Africa’s
I am an African
Not because my skin is black
But because my mind is engaged by Africa
I am an African
Not because I live on its soil
But because my soul is at home in Africa
When Africa weeps for her children
My cheeks are stained with tears
When Africa honours her elders
My head is bowed in respect
When Africa mourns for her victims
My hands are joined in prayer
When Africa celebrates her triumphs
My feet are alive with dancing
I am an African
For her blue skies take my breath away
And my hope for the future is bright
I am an African
For her people greet me as family
And teach me the meaning of community
I am an African
For her wildness quenches my spirit
And brings me closer to the source of life
When the music of Africa beats in the wind
My blood pulses to its rhythm
And I become the essence of sound
When the colours of Africa dazzle in the sun
My senses drink in its rainbow
And I become the palette of nature
When the stories of Africa echo round the fire
My feet walk in its pathways
And I become the footprints of history
I am an African
Because she is the cradle of our birth
And nurtures an ancient wisdom
I am an African
Because she lives in the world’s shadow
And bursts with a radiant luminosity
I am an African
Because she is the land of tomorrow
And I recognise her gifts as sacred.
©taliavera
-Sussane

I'm African
Magnificent is her aura
And unspeakable is her beauty
I'm African
For what she holds is more than a platter of gold not to be sold to another continent
I'm African
not because am black
but because my mind,soul and body beats for Africa
Black is our colour
Multi colour isn’t ours
We are recognised because of Black
I'm African
Mothers of all
Many people, different tribes
All the same we breath and live in Africa. Gone are the days of APES OBEY
We are strong enough to over come our struggles
We don’t need a third party
When the children of Africa are gathered under the luminous  moonlight
Echoes of laughers are heard
I'm African
Not because of language, dress, culture
But because She's the mother of all
I'M AFRICAN.
©Jade_Law

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A/N
First poem completed!😆
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I'll like to give a S/O to my lovely friend for collaborating with me on the poem

Shout out to jade_law🎆🎆
All the love hun💛

-Sussane.