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The Negro's Cry
They gaze at me crudely,
Many a times they judge me cruelly,
They fail to see that the
riches of a great book
Isn't on its cover,
For a cover is but a cover, nothing more:
Nothing of value nor of disdain;
The black pigment on my body
Is the heritage I bear: heritage of Africa.
Yea, a trademark on which I dote,
A seal of uniqueness which
recaptures the whole algorithm of
the creation story–
Light from darkness,
Day from gloominess,
As it were, beauty from the womb of chaos.
Many a times they judge me cruelly,
They fail to see that the
riches of a great book
Isn't on its cover,
For a cover is but a cover, nothing more:
Nothing of value nor of disdain;
The black pigment on my body
Is the heritage I bear: heritage of Africa.
Yea, a trademark on which I dote,
A seal of uniqueness which
recaptures the whole algorithm of
the creation story–
Light from darkness,
Day from gloominess,
As it were, beauty from the womb of chaos.
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