{The Book Of Africa} Poem 4 |•| A Colonized Mind Of Africa.

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Don't call my Africa a moron!
After stealing its means
Poisoning its food
Larcenous its resources,
And made it to look poor, like a church mouse
My Africa? Your mind is still colonized even today!
Africa you are now monotonous
With fake accent of colonization
Look! What colonization have done to your bright thoughts
I didn't know that it will last during your lifetime.
'Africa your mind is still colonized even today'
You used to have sharp shooter mind
You where In depth and independent
And now you are forever broke and in debt
You are breast feeding your children with disease-ridden milk
And your generation is mislaid generation,
Shorn of self worth and delicate identity
African children are on denial
They have given up their Africanism 'Ubuntu'
They size their short hair with extensions
And paint their skin with this!
What is this? On African daughter?
Africa you are not yourself
Why? Who gave you food poisoning again?
When I gaze at you I see America!
When I take a glance at you, you are Europe!
Your pregnancy with colonization
Was supposed to be miscarriage
Then I will approve death
A vital misfortune of your expectation
Your TB affects your children
Your infections give them a running bowel
They don't know which is which
Africa can I brain wash you?
And give you a medication for this infection.
'Africa your mind is still colonized even today'.
©taliavera
-Sussane.

Years,  decades and centuries
After the chains,
After the shackles,
After the devaluation of human rights.
Here we are,
You and i
Fighting each other
Becoming our own enemy
We lack to inspire and motivate one and other
We see no use in uniting together
We adore and worship our masters
We have no problem Scorning our brothers
We eat out of the hands of the media
While we disregard the teachings of the elders
No empathy and love
Just greed, greed, greed.
Although we might not be locked in a cage,
Don't get it twisted,  we are still slaves.
©banjicoker.

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A/N
This poem is like a fight poem. It tells about the bad things in Africa. This poem is really close to my heart, I just feel a connection with it and it makes me wanna keep fighting for Africa.
S/O to a really good partner @banji_coker
Ion think he's on wattpad but wherever he is, I just hope he's progressing.

I want to know if this poem affected you guys in any way. I really want to. All you gotta do is drop a comment down below.
Thank y'all🙏
-Sussane💛

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