Africa-By Maya Angelou

Thus she had lain sugarcane sweet deserts her hair golden her feet mountains her breasts two Niles her tears Thus she has lain Black through the years. Over the white seas rime white and cold brigands ungentled icicle bold took her young daughters sold her strong sons churched her with Jesus bled her with guns. Thus she has lain. Now she is rising remember her pain remember her losses her screams loud and vain remember her riches her history slain now she is striding although she has lain.