I think of my Africa <br />Black woman of mettle <br />Sitting like a forlorn work-woman <br />On the slimy green. <br /> <br />Mama let me help you up <br />Take my hand and heave <br />Just one move of muscle <br />Will raise you <br />From your stooging. <br /> <br />She sits still <br />Reluctant and bemused <br />Unrepentant of her inferior folly. <br /> <br />I am agitated <br />Mama cannot go on such forever <br />One more effort <br />Must remind her that <br />I am still her son and <br />Her shame is mine as well.<br /><br />samuel nze<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mama-africa-2/
