NEGRITUDE (An Ode to Africa)
Smile stuck-on, pride woven with ego;
Doubt vanquished, grief knifed to zero.
I beat my chest, and sound the ivory trump,
Glory in ecstasy, and dance with a stomp. My lips, a castle of fatted melodies,
Hark! They be tunes of sweet eulogies.
They filter swift, as honey from the honeycomb;
Here, my o