Mother AfricaA Poem by MagnusAfrica through an African perspective
A place un forgotten...
Heroes born here and warriors forged.. A place of hate, a place of courage Faith was shown here and love was lost..souls tormented here The words in humane where mistaken for necessity... Slaves where bought and sold here Hope was nothing but an over price commodity With all this we emerged from the darkness and into the light We rose above the hate and took to forgiveness... We chose to live not in anger but joy and freedom We celebrate life as if we have only a day to We are a cultured people, traditions we do not replace with foreign practices for we are a people of customs... Freedom fights shook us but they never brought us to our knee rather they made us strong and united...Yes we struggled but the struggles made us who we are, We are African, we are proud, we are strong and we are united!! I am black and yes I am proud I am african and yes am proud Raised to respect elders yes am african.. Taught to knee when greeting elders yes am african Abiding to my tradition and customs yes that's my culture.. And yes being african as nothing to do with colour but everything with love because that's what makes us "abantu" meaning human. © 2014 MagnusAuthor's Note
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