by Zamounde Allie

From my African/Native-American blood
I flow unyielding to what is and what was
Like the coming and going of the flood
I am of no particular breed
I'm pure not considered a weed
My humanity is above this mess
My spirit flies beyond any test
For I walk with my head held high
>From tiredness I will not sigh
I am a African/Native-American man
Native being apparent in my skin
African flows in my blood
Born beyond my mother
Like no other
Between continents and planets
Taking from the bread that was for granted
Denied a place in your sky
But like the rain I'll drown out
every single passer-by
Who like clouds form the question
"Who are you?"
A Black man

I by Zamounde Allie

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