The heart of a Black Man
beats strong as the African drum.
It tells a story as old as the village elders
and it forges ahead like the Nile.
It has endured like the Pyramids at Giza.
The heart of a Black Man
is vast as the Serengeti plains.
It is an untapped territory, a Mystery.
It is fueled by the spirit of 10,000 warriors
and the wisdom of 10,000 kings.
The heart of a Black Man
bleeds rich as the soil of my Motherland.
It could not be bound by hatred’s shackles
or the heavy burden of oppression.
Nor could it be silenced by the whips of ten
generations.
The heart of a Black Man
longs for the shelter of his woman’s arms.
But it is often hard to reach,
for it has been frozen and made cold
by the cruelties of endless Ages.
But those of us blessed
with the heart of a Black Man
cherish it above all else, for we know within it
lies a love deep as the Red Sea
and as overwhelming as the Sahara Desert.
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Afrika M.A.Abney aka Ashawarrior
Author of Dancers in the Wind and Voices of Tomorrow