Black unicorn
Our ecosystem is complicated
We plays our part
Our environment is harsh
We pull off to conform
Our feet will never get entice by the sounds of the war
And we take no pleasure in the pain of another's defeat
Our story will never end
And will be tell in the rhythm of our oratory
Our identity is black
But on the darkness of our skins
We wear the brightness of the sun
Our land is full of many wonderful fable and folktales
Our stories teach us wisdom we can all benefit from
We're beautiful and different in our own way
And this is who we are
We're Africans
The black unicorn
© Ibratosyn'18
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