Featured Poem: We’re Black and Proud

Featured Poem: We’re Black and Proud - Akpofure Shedrack

Due to the Up surge in black maltreatment in Europe and America it has become imperative for me to lend my voice and speak out. we are blacks and should be proud of our heritage. Akpofure Shedrack Speaks On the issue. #BlackLivesMatter

We’re Black and Proud

After all is done and settled

Remember we are blacks not dirt

The skin color is just melanin

It doesn’t signify our status nor history

After the slavery and occupation

Remember the contribution

All the men we’ve given

The lives we’ve sacrificed on high seas and on butchered plantations

They crave our resources and our population

And that we’ve given without hesitation

For how long does the menace continue

Without respite and retribution

A police man is meant to secure the lives of the citizens

Not murder the blacks for some incorrigible reasons

It's been 200 years and more

Convincing us its all said and done

The equality of the blacks is a principle adorn

But in the end its all lies and allure

I'm proud to be black

Cause black is not a color its a race

Remember we’ve soared and we’ve got grace

Black ain’t just a color it's got a face

My face, Her face, His face

And for all of us blacks there’s the word and sentence

'We’re black and proud'

- Akpofure Shedrack

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