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An Indigenous Sonnet
To An Indigenous Beloved Mother
To breathe each day is challenged by oppression;
there is no escaping the daily scourge of race.
Every step of the way, we walk trails of repression;
threats of elimination always thrown in our face.
Though we daily pass through the shadows of death,
In the thick darkness of its evils, we have no fleeing fear.
With faith, we move forward with every God given breath;
for by His grace, we’ve crossed the mountain and are still here.
Though we are choked daily by injustice’s lingering yoke,
we sail onward on the waves of the freedom bell’s echoing sound.
We are the people of time—our hope stronger than time’s rope;
and by divine design, we were in the beginning and are still around.
Yes America, you’re now the home of me, my sister and my brother;
But we’ll always be children of Africa, our indigenous beloved mother.
