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Black and African but neither Black nor African

I know what I am, I know who I am, But I am not sure who I am, Or what I am, They call me Black, I do not know if I am Black, They call me African, But am I African, Where these names came from, I wonder, Maybe they are just nicknames, Yes, Fom those historical enermies who were up to degrade me, I do not know who I am, But I know for sure I'm just a poor millionaire, Poor in Western materialistic classification, I know I am Umuntu, A millionaire Umuntu, Rich in Ubuntu, But that's not all, I'm in search of my identity, I need to know who the hell I am, For I am black and African, But I'm neither Black Nor African.
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Mar 13, 2015
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