Legacy 3

I am my father’s child
I am from him, part him
But not him
Others see him in me, but I do not

I carry his pain like a curse
Always haunting me like an inescapable obsession
Just as he carried his father’s pain

I am my father’s child
And my son will carry my pain

poem by Alfonso Siverls
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Oh Were is My Africa

I dream the dream of dreams
Oh were is my Africa
Of noble past and ebony rule
Of golden sunsets and
Cluster night skies of bright stars
Of sculptured warriors
Dancing to the drums of night
Of sisters in garments of bright
Multicolor cloth
Singing songs to Shango

I dream the dream of dreams
Oh were is my Africa

Of the circle of the elders
Noble in stature
And reaping of wisdom
Sitting in harmony
With the ancestors
To provide guidance to the people

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poem by Alfonso Siverls
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