I’d understand if you’d refuse that I should call me Black.
‘Cause I ain’t black by far.
But you’d have me tick the Black square,
I’d understand that I could not call myself ”African” if my African roots were not so deep that they are recorded in cave drawings not far from my Dad’s and His Dad’s childhood home.
I’d understand.
I’d understand if it were not you who spent more time in Europe than in Africa.
Exiled you say??
Why did YOU not rather stay and die like some I knew and loved?
And then be buried an African on African soil?
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