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Of African Mud and Love - a poem by Christopher D. Sims
My great
great great
great great
grandfather
was a Nigerian
with Cameroon
blood
who was raised
in Greene County,
Virginia; who owned
a farm somewhere near
there, where many
African American
people landed, existed,
persisted, tented to land
with golden brown tans,
big hearts, and skilled
hands.
I am a
Displaced African
born of mud and
love.
I suppose
My Ancestors
Knew the
movement of
the stars
that one day
this land would
be ours
But first
we would
endure scars,
lynchings, and
prison bars.
My African blood
boils, but when
I touch a leaf
or the Earth's soil
I know I am
grand royal,
loyal to Black
liberation.
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