THE BLACK CHILD 👤

I am a black child,
Dark sacred son;
Of Africanism culturally heritage.

Forge  in the darken soil,
My maker hand soiled,
In blood and a blunt knife.

As a perfectly dark skinned,
And happy kins_men
With mother screams,..
Breathed  life,
Renting her two thigh's.

I am a black child,
A dark orchid,

A dancer,
To high life_in style,JuJu,
In western style.
As the hapless,
Talking drum.
Plays me from within it;
Harmonic orchestral.

Moving ,manoeuvres,
Through the darkened holes,
Near my skull,
Hitting softly on my ear drums.

I am a black child,
A black mamba skinny,
And strong muscles tiling.

I had since known twelve brothers,
Twenty sisters;
Which names my;
Men _do_life and gatas ,
Couldn't understand.

I had since known;
My father seventeen wives,
And his horse _tail wipes,

I am a black child.
A perfect African,
For I had watched her rise,
And being bind in chains.
Carted 'cross the blue sea.

I had watched her,
Fought for freedom.
In Voices.

And yet watch her,
Di_solve slowly in division.

I am a black child,
No longer.
I am her voice and future.

Let the black child grow.
Wake up Africa.
Let the black child live...