By: Chika Obi
Level: 1
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)
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Glittering are the whitish thirty two,
And on the skin, is no tattoo,
A replica of the morning sun,
An ally to the friendly moonlight;
Having the sound of the clinging cymbal,
Attracting the best of troupes.
Packaged with the tenets,
Beautified with the ideals,
Hanging on the neck is decency,
Never to be overlooked is modesty,
That is the African beauty,
A reason to scream, hurray!
The praises, strangers sing,
The shoulders, same to raise.
All hail the African beauty,
The mobile story of the African people;
A trumpet, from a corner is blown,
At several corners, same is heard.
Part of the reason for the extra sunshine,
Oh! The African beauty,
Pride of the African people,
Placed on the mountain top,
Of course needing no bushel,
Shining light unto the darkest niche.
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Chika Obi is a young man with a strong penchant for writing. He has the intention of carving a niche for himself and being passionate about writing; he intends to touch the world through same.
