African Child

African Child

I am a child
playing by the bank ;
Disdained by all,
understood by none
Their black-black sins
they thrust upon me.

I am a fountain
springing from Earth’s fathoms;
From the innermost depths
I light faces with smiles
Yet they deride me chanting
“Black mind, Black soul, Black blood!”

What confounds man, he degrades,
But pure, I remain unblemished;
Like steel born of flames
I stay stolid, feet planted apart
yea my heart echoes
the rhythm of the stars

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9 thoughts on “African Child” by Edydeyemi (@edydeyemi)

  1. Yes….tell them…I like this…

  2. The last stanza did it for me.
    No one knows you the way you know yourself.
    Therefore, no longer will we let others define us.

  3. @ Rhema…definitely! Never let anyone tell you who or what you are
    @ Raymond…I sure will brother

  4. Real! Nice.

    I’m proud to be black. Change that for nothing.

  5. BLACK is beautiful and once
    YOU go BLACK, you cant go back.

  6. Lovely!
    I’m BLACK and PROUD of it!

  7. adams (@coshincozor)

    Mmmmm good

  8. Tell it o, I like my black sheep status. Or is that not the kind of black you mean? Lol

  9. This is a really good poem, I like it.

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