Black skins immaculate souls
we are Africans, the pride
of the creator.

From kilimanjaro
he veiw the world, that makes
Africa the continent of God.

We are Gold mixed with diamond
the wind from the west ship us
out now we are sky, never
desolated we are Africans.


The ego of mama Africa possess
our blood, so our tails are far
from dust.

Beauty is black so we are the
face of the earth.

The home of the seven rivers, the
voices of fascinating creatures
in the jungle made us believe
that black is the is the race and
Africa the root, in unison we beat
our chest to that.We are Africans.

Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/africa-24/