Africans, all of us, from the he to the she
Black (and beautiful) were we made to be
Chosen by God himself to be
Different from the rest, as you can see
Envy towards us from other nations
Failing to beat the competition
Given to us all in equal ration
Having to make a great decision
Inbuilt in us was the will to survive
Jolted and shoved about, we still thrived
Killed in our numbers, more still arrived
Living in hardship, we’re still alive
Maiming us only made us stronger
Naked and cold, we only lived longer
Overwhelmed with stress, we still looked younger
Powerful still even when beaten like a conga
Queens and Kings reborn like a phoenix from the flames
Rose to power and made for ourselves a name
Stopped at nothing to achieve our fame
Took no chances, now see what we became
Under no circumstances will we flee again
Vested in us is the power to withstand the strain
Waiting for the time we will strike like lightning during rain
“X marks the spot no more! Get lost, you and your train!”
Yet there’s hope for a future without pain,
Zeal to work towards it and make the gain.
What do you think?