I am. You are… We are Humans. He is bleeding. She is breathing. They are in pain like you. I am African. You made me who I am Mama Africa. You made me whole Beautiful Nubia. I was born just like you
— From my Heart to my Head, from my finger nails to my toes, every part of me is made of DNA THAT IS REAL and refuses to abhor you foes. From my arms to my legs,
I am My Father’s sperm (and) I and I am My Mother’s egg. Similar to the notion of time, I used a meter for these rhymes. Is it a crime that these fingers are translating what your heart cannot?
{I’m} giving to [your] senses, in a knot, your common sense, its sixth sense, and these beats, this heart-beat, and this heat your senses lack! I was never gone, I’ve never left, and there is no need for you or her, or even them, and him to say that I am back. What DOES IT really mean to be African in America and be black? On a better note, I am the one who is bringing sexy back! African is not Ebola, Africa is not Aids, Africa is not poverty, African is not misery, African is not genocide nor wars, Africa is not hunger nor malaria. . .
Africans are what is being depicted by the media. Africa is beautiful that is why African people must wake up! Africans are intelligent, Africa is the Essence, African is power, Africa is the Nile, Kilimanjaro, and the richest continent, yet Africans are the poorest. Africa must wake up! Hence, like a River Glorious, allow me to flow, like the Archangel and his wings, allow to show, like Cleopatra, allow her halo to glow. Like the Pharaohs’ afro, allow me to grow, like yes, I will never say no unless I am not who I said I was. We are Humans. He is bleeding. She is breathing. They are in pain like you. I am African. You made me who I am Mama Africa. You made me whole Beautiful Nubia.
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