Untitled Poem

I am a child

I am an African,

Born of the ameliorated soil

Of elegance and critics in human record

Like Guinness holds and display the picture,

Black is my humble nature

I am a child

I am an African

I hold the records of greatness

The vast Savannah and untamed desert,

The lush rainforest and sloppy mountains,

They vindicate my root with boldness

Teach me to mend the broken past;

not to complicate it infact, nor refine it with pretty lies

Give me a pen to correct the faulty errors,

And I'll have them as purified as the heavens purest waters

For Africa's future, I endeavor

They called me barbaric,

but am the source of civilization

And my marks are accounted for in this modern generation

Give me a book to read

Not just to sit and see you take the lead

School me

For I could be the next Madam Sirleaf

Or another Laymah Gbowee

Do not despise my color

'Cause I heard of how you abused my fathers and mothers,

Bounded them in chains,

And caged and enslaved my brothers and sisters

Called them inferior in those days,

and unanimously said it in their faces

I'm born of the soil

Rich in heritage and culture,

Faultless and flawless

I am a child of the Mother Continent

Even the sun-kissed beach is an evidence

Teach me about my past glories,

and about my heroes and heroines

Who served you justice

Teach me about Wangari Maathai of Kenya

Who told you that the little grassroots people can change the world,

In that way, I'll see the fault

And change the cause

Teach me about Nelson Mandela

Who told you that there's no passion to be found in playing small

I might be color different

But like the beauty of the morning sun, my nature is an exception

with preference

I'm a son of the soil

I'm blessed in culture

Give me a voice

And listen to the rhythm of my prosperous call

I am Nehemiah

I'm Africa's son