<Dd> Black, the colour of all days </Dd> <Dd> And I carry the World since the first evening . </Dd> <Dl> <Dd> I am happy </Dd> <Dd> with the shape of my head </Dd> <Dd> fashioned to carry the World, </Dd> <Dd> satisfied </Dd> <Dd> With the shape of my nose, </Dd> <Dd> which should breathe all the air of the World, </Dd> <Dd> happy </Dd> <Dd> With the form of my legs </Dd> <Dd> prepared to run through all the stages of the World . </Dd> </Dl> <Dd> I am happy </Dd>

Dry your tears afrika poem by bernard dadie