I Am An African Child
What can you see in me
except for my skin?
I am black and proud.
Humble but i have my pride.
Am a street king.
Bare footed i walk the street.
Am well known in every zone.
You say am weak,
but listen.
In me there is no retreat.
In me there is no surrender.
I fight until i cry.
If you know my fear,
tell me.
I am never afraid.
Even when the masqurade dance
i follow closely behind.
What do you see?
Shame?
Well listen and learn.
With almost toothless mouth,
i smile.
I like playing half naked,
with my tommy like kwashiorkor.
When i fall, i get up.
Cleaning my body
with my dirty hand.
Outfitted or not,
every sunday i wear
my best cloth to church.
Without night bath
i sleep on my mat.
But when i wake up,
i find myself on a cold floor.
Like goldminers,
i diligently i seek for tyres
to roll around with my other brothers.
Like an he goat
it takes more than a stroke
of cane to make me change.
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poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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