POETRY

wordings of the soul

African Child By Temidayo Jacob

POSTED 06/14/2018 12:53
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Soft! Soft! Coming out of a swaying song,
with sounds which I haven't heard for long.
Ripples of smooth smiles and tipsy tears
running across my face with little fears.

"I am African because I was born there...",
says a tiny voice that isn't heard here.
"I am African because I live in Africa...",
says a lips painted with kinds of chemical.

"I am not African because I was born there...",
says a boy whose mind of Africa is so clear.
"I am not African because I live in Africa...",
says a girl whose soul speaks of the ancestral.

Africa! You sat and watched my little head,
when all what the world said, I never heard.
Africa! You took my two legs and oiled them,
so that I'd continuously out of you, stem.

Even when the sun runs out of the sky,
I have big hopes that will never die.
Even when the moon decides not to smile,
I have faith that I would last for a while.

I was born into into A....F....R….I....C....A,
where being compatriots was our driving car.
A....F....R....I....C....A was born inside of me,
and it has shown that by setting me free.

My voice was once stained with cries,
until they ran out through my two eyes.
Now my voice is painted with laughter,
with dark light to make the earth brighter.

If any music will ever disturb the wind,
let it be my African music. I'll let it unwind.
If any food will ever disturb what I smell,
let it be my African food. I'll bid no farewell.

If any cry will ever disturb the peace of the world,
let it be my African cry. I'll speak no gentle word.
If any child will ever shake the earthly walls,
let it be me. A nonviolent shake till rainfalls.

I am that Africa. That true African child,
young with freedom and growing wild.
A dark land in pains that has always smiled,
I am that Africa. That true African child.

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