Like the morning dew on a beautiful rose,
so is our beauty amplified by the melanin that covers us.
Some call it symbol of darkness
but i'm not scared and i dare compromise by calling it the power behind african's brightness
endless and stainless is our strength in achieving greatness.
Keeper of culture
cause we let the sunrise take us to where the sunsets.
Africa,an alabaster box of sweet fragrance
arms wildly open in grand entrance.
with riches that over flows like a cup running over.
with no discrimination, nations swim in the abundance of our commodity forever.
Africa a sweet home to be,
black i am and forever proud.
Oh my goodness, I love the vivid imagery displayed in your poem, as well as the proud sentiments. Beautiful picture as well.
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