Black

A promise of hope and dreams/I am black and beautiful/from things pure and wonderful,
I am a child of Africa. Poems by Fejiro Ibuje.

 Chained

 I am like an eagle soaring in a valley
 I am a canary trapped behind rusty bars;
 With its voice is caught within its beak.

 I am the song of the blackbird
 The voice that sings of sorrow;
 I am a prisoner of my mind,
 In a cesspool of agonies.

 I am a victim of my skin
 Trapped in a race that lives from fetters of iron;
 To cuffs by dusk.
 I am he whose blood was shed for freedom,
 Yet; freedom knows me not.

 I am haunted by the absence of my captors,
 The dark memories of heavy whips resonate my dreams,
 Thus I live my years under dark clouds
 I am held captive by the freedom I sought.

 In naked soles of ignorance,
 I do traverse the earth,
 The future is an illusion,
 A replica of yester-years.

 I am entangled in the web of the internet,
 My mind aches to speak out,
 But its voice is muffled within it
 Thus, it speaks to my fingers.

 I am alone thus,
 Singing the workman’s chorus
 “Go down Moses
 Go down Moses”
 Yet, bondage grips me like a claw.

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 Black

 I am a child of the earth,
 Crafted from the dirt,
 and polished by nature.

 I am an Elephant in the savannah,
 Basking in the sun of Accra,
 I am a jewel,
 a gem of the Nile.

 I am black and beautiful,
 not from ornaments or tattoos,
 I am black and beautiful,
 from the fibers of ancestry,
 and the love of family.

 I am from kings and warriors,
 From the scars of wars,
 And the triumph of victories,
 From a land of trees,
 Of mountains and many rivers,
 Still springs and rushing streams.

 A promise of hope and dreams,
 I am black and beautiful,
 from things pure and wonderful,
 I am a child of Africa.

 [Fejiro Ibuje is a poet based in Nigeria]

 

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