'MY BEING IS BLACK

My heart travels a thousand times,

Towards the pain my fathers' fathers' father felt

When they where held captive for centuries

By the Nellys who saw themselves as majority

not caring about what the future had for either of us

It was something that not even rags would have wished for

Using their tears as prayers, they sang the AMAZING GRACE

Ohh.. Where was the law guarding human rights against slavery

When in 47BC - 500AD the Roman Empire enslaved North Africa?

When in 1250 - 1517 Egypt was enslaved by brutality?

When the Somail and Afar Muslim sultanates

Through their ports traded Zanj slaves that were captured from their native lands?

When slaves were regarded as a classless member of the society? or When the mighty ship arrived on the Calabar river through Creektown and imprisoned it's natives?

Everyday, they each woke up to a routine of torture and pain

With their dreams for better days intertwined with sadness

Left in the sun and rain to do the works of which machines deserved

Without having nothing to eat, as padlocks ejected the passage of food

They hardly could move without the sounds of chains they were bundled to

For over a decade the black race lived in agony and unending pain

Without anything or wealth to grow their own

There truly is no point of being cautions 

or hiding the skin we live in

It is by chance we are born

by luck we are black 

but strangely we are great 

and by grace we shall over come one day

'I TOO CRIED BECAUSE MY BEING IS BLACK'

Below this is a link to #RAISEYOURFLAG by THE SWAGKIDD that inspired this poem also with a couple of events that has taken place recently around the world which has reflected on racism on black people.
It has made us stronger and is set to direct a path for the generations yet to arrive. The future of Africa is in our hands and
with GOD as our pillar, arise o' Africans let's begin now to
build a better Africa for tomorrow's generation!


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