My African Pride

My African Pride Line started before 4000 B.C.

My people farmed the land by the Nile.

As the Sahara Desert spread we migrated.

We built pyramids, we were blacksmiths and we sailed the seas and explored the Earth.

My African Pride were Kings and Queens, we were royalty, we possessed knowledge and power, verified through hieroglyphics.

My African Pride had culture and art, we had great respect for Family, the Earth and life.

We grew our own food, made our own clothes and established trade and treaties.

My African Pride had towns and cities with thriving markets and agriculture.

We established Christian communities until our way of life was eliminate.

My African Pride was lost in my dreams as the nightmares prevailed through my ancestry.

We've been taken to a strange land forced to abandon our culture and many generations born after, trying to build a new culture, a new history.

My African Pride has been crushed with time, I am blind now, I can't remember who I am.

My ancestors shattered from trying to survive , but, there was fire that burned inside them. A Dunamis fire passed down from century to century.

As my people began to rebuild, renew and reconnect our African Pride, we had hardship, but we were resilient.

My African Pride who were once royalty became slaves with no rights.

My people adapted, we built, we invented, we thrived, we fought through time, that's why I'll never forget and always honor My African Pride.