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I AM A COLOURLESS AFRICAN by Onyinyechukwu Douglas

Introducing to you our esteemed readers is Onyinyechukwu  Douglas. A 17 years girl who believes that Africa's future is young. Can you beat that? I told you this next generation isn’t here to play. Their creativity is out of the world. Onyinyechukwu is ready to change the face Africa.
Enjoy her poem and please don’t forget to drop your comments and feedback.

I am not White
I am not Black
I am just me
Don’t use my
Looks to qualify the quality of my
Personality because you can
Never guarantee what you see is really me
I am already Afrocentric and
I do not need superfluous actions to
Qualify me as inspiring
Forget the shade and tone and
Focus on the embodied soul
There is nothing like too white
Or even black maybe it is just my personality
Wrapped up in covers of stereotypes
That make us forget we are human
We fail to realize that what brings us
 Together is greater than what divides us
Say I am a black girl who is white or
I am not black enough but such things do not exist
It is my persona and it is what makes me, me.    

All Rights Reserved © Onyinyechukwu  Douglas 2018
Graphics: KnK STUDIO


  1. This is just as amazing as it should be. Your creativity would leave indelible marks on those who come across it. Overly amazed by this.


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