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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