Black Power. Poem by Pius beeps Adamu

I am black in flesh and bones.
I'm a replica of the supreme up above.
He whose footstool is the Kilimanjaro.
I am black in my songs and in the rhythm of my music.
I never stoop to the harsh sun or weather.
That's why he moulded me black to the soul..
Of all lands, mine is the greatest.
From the golden pyramids of Giza,
To the long arms of the silvery Nile.
From the golden shores of Zambezi.
To the Eden of the Serengeti.
From the powdery sands of the Sahara.
To the warriors, princes and princesses..
And the ancestry legends of our fallen fathers.
That's why I am endowed with gold.
To signify my wealth and power.
Black is pride, powerful and godly.
That is why Beauty is my identity.
And wisdom my priceless asset.
Black is not some weakling,
Or some cheap merchandise.
For the sailing ships, or beast of burden,
To the strange fields of the west indies.
Black means creativity of a God playing with colours.
White, yellow, pink, he made them all.
Black is rich, black is free, black is beautiful....