Poem: Mama Africa

Mirembe Fisher February 11, 2015
By: Olgasher
Mama Africa

By: Olgasher

She birthed a  race of beauty

Nurtured her sons and daughters on lands of riches 

Provided them soil that would sprout life-giving foods

She saw the invaders come

Their skin milky, white

She weeped for her children

They left her with trails of blood

for they were gone

She waited for them to return home

She watched from a far

Chains and whips is what they know now

She became a memory to them

She became a flaw

Still she waited for them to return home

Years, decades, centuries

She can no longer wait,”

“Come home, my children,

“Come home.”

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