Black Cinderella In The White House Poem by Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

Black Cinderella in the White House
Malia Obama, the black Cinderella
Under presidential umbrella
Fills the White House with naughty childhood
A butterfly that moves from wood to wood
And shares happiness with all the neighborhood
Wherever she goes attracts everybody's look
A peacock
An African Cinderella
In an African cloak
She moves like a wave
From shore to shore
To share happiness
With the rich and the poor

Malia the black Cinderella of our time
The sun that heats the winter's rime
In the White House with an African rhyme
A naughty child, she is, with hot blood
Like River Nile in his full flood

Malia fills the White House kitchen
With the aroma of cocoa from the tropical zone
And the smell of coffee from Abyssinia
And the taste of tea from Kilimanjaro
Where granddaddy had come from Kenya

Malia fills the dreams of our children
As their black Cinderella
Who disperses light over all places
Inspiring them to go overseas, lands and spaces
With big dreams and smiling faces

Malia is the symbol of freedom
Who dared to put back
The dark history of her race
And started a new race
With dignity and grace

The White House was once a symbol of domination
Built by the black nation
Their blood was mixed with every block
Each stone,
Alone, has a story of his own

Under whips
And kicks on the hips and the rips
Men and women of the black race
Were there in the race
Under the sun
Under winter's grace
They had to race
To place
And replace
One block over one block
And a stone
On a stone
And mix their black blood with cement
To raise a mansion
For the white master
Of the White Garrison

But now THIS has all become your own
The palace is now all yours
Built by your own race
Who dug deeply in the earth
To build a rooted base
And decorated the House's face
To enable you play happily and freely
And fill all the space
With joy and peace

And then you trace history
To sweep all the misery
Of your old African people
Then together with Sasha
With full privacy
In your presidential rooms
You can sleep and read
And have some childish dreams
Of smart African bridegrooms

And beyond there, your beautiful Mom and Dad
Enjoy their time
As Masters of the White House
Masters of the black
Masters of the white
Masters of all
In fact, masters of the world as a whole

There Michelle Obama, the first lady
Now you can see
Like a queen of land and sea
Tall as a tropical palm tree
Wherever she goes or whenever she was seen
She fills all places with happiness and glee
Smart and beautiful and free

The white cook is ready
To serve the White House guests
And the staff is ready
To obey the first lady's requests
The plane USA is ready
To fly on her demand
To the moon if she wants
To the west or to the farthest east

Malia is the dream that
Our children have to live
And the future for all, so we do believe
That racism will no longer be
But forever it would leave
Leave all places
And disperses in spaces
From every corner on the earth
And Malia will be the angel of peace
And the guard of freedom for all the human race