By Haruna Birniwa, Jigawa State of Nigeria.
I am black, marry that bunches grasses
That dwell within my head,
They are silk, dense and romantic.
I am black, marry that energetic chest
It can accommodate your feelings and
Say bye to all your sorrows.
I am black, marry that comrade’s hand
It will quench your thirst with different dishes
And make you up with African green flowers.
“You are black.” She said and continues
“And I love this virgin land.” Then
Reply comes from me “I AM BLACK!”