O what a privilege to be —
Breath of The Breath Eternal;
To have the life,
To have the strife
Of that dark mystery
A son of Africa, whose blood
Holds nations all in fee,
Commanding by one sultry drop
The whole identity;
She whispers at the gate of birth
And lo! the rainbow on the earth.
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Africa
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
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