African Landing
Africa is mine
Not by choice
By the seed of my father
I had no knowledge
Nor any say
He took out his anger and did it anyway
I was plied that very same day
That's when my mother was eager to play
She accepted the greed
Soon for me to grow in her heart
In the lonely darkness, I was confused
Was this life or was I being used?
I floated around without any sun
For nine long months, I had no fun
Then it happened in a flash
Into the arms of the midwife
Freedom at long last
Into brightness and away from my past!
Copyright © 1994 William Ernest Cox
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