I am African and Proud 

I am a child of the fertility goddess in a land not too heard of, who is constantly condemned by her turmoils and sufferings, i am a piece of art in the heart of a continent far from the west that is seen to be fatal, I am a word that has been considered forbidden like the tale of a fruit that tells the difference between actions, I am the light in a darkened heart calling out to be seen for fear of fading away with the complexion of my skin into the shadows of segregation, I am a voice not too familiar with the accent of globalization and the advent of immigration, I am informed but I still remain a boy who suckles at the understanding of a huge political standpoint in my motherland. I see our weakness, and crave our calling to greatness and also uphold our uniqueness, but I will never regret being a child of an African mother; I am African and Proud…