Her colour is an object of her uniqueness <br />She flaunts it with style; it radiates even in darkness <br />Her beauty, Her elegance, Her pride, Her essence <br />She's black <br /> <br />A victim of slavery, abuse and misuse <br />She's fought Her way to liberty right through <br />Defying Her oppressors; she survived the bruise <br />She's bold <br /> <br />E'en in the land of her abduction She's stood her grounds <br />She's broken the chains and cast the spells out <br />Her sons and daughters on high places stand now <br />She's brave <br /> <br />Her wealth; the antecedents of her afflictions, objects of contention <br />Hidden beneath Her soil, fought for in far away lands and distant shores <br />Her gold, her oil, her diamonds; stolen yet abundant in large tons <br />She's blessed <br /> <br />From the intricate magnificence of Her terrain, its wonders and serenity <br />To the untold exquisiteness of Her culture, Her heritage and identity <br />Her people, Her charm, Her glory; the incredibility; <br />She's beautiful <br /> <br />She's me, She's you, She's us <br />She's mine, She's yours, She's ours <br />She's Africa, Proudly Africa<br /><br />Stewart Gideon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/proudly-africa/
