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On Being Brought From Africa To America - Poem by Phillis Wheatley

'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
"Their colour is a diabolic die."
Remember, Christians, Negro's, black as Cain,
May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.

Comments about On Being Brought From Africa To America by Phillis Wheatley

  • Quoth Theraven 9/3/2020 10:02:00 PM

    I see a loveliness and light in the woman's words. Pulls the veil back and opens my eyes to acceptance and understanding. May God bless you Phillis.

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  • Ice Froster 1/29/2020 12:24:00 PM

    america was mean back then and still now Reply

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  • Chinedu Dike 11/2/2019 8:46:00 AM

    A poignant rendition set aside for sober reflection. A beautiful work of art..................................................... Reply

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  • Adeeb Alfateh 10/11/2019 12:04:00 AM

    Remember, Christians, Negro's, black as Cain,
    May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.

    great write
    great 10++++++++++++

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  • Laura Woodell 8/22/2019 11:13:00 AM

    The real Israelite. Reply

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  • Cedric De Ravaillac 4/26/2019 3:47:00 PM

    Great Poem. The rhetorical device at play here is amazing, subtle but powerful in emphasis on how slavers disguised as European missionaries dominated the black continent to save them " Once I redemption neither sought nor knew." then she also shines some light on how racial hate and Christianity coalesce > . I could go on and on but nobody ain't got time for that. I relate to this so deeply. Reply

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  • Bootyhole 3/14/2019 2:26:00 PM

    Let me suck yo tiddy Reply

    yo mom (4/30/2019 8:43:00 AM)

    suck your dads tiddy

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  • Adopt a kid 3/14/2019 2:15:00 PM

    I’m open for dibs. Reply

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  • GAZAL 10/18/2018 5:16:00 AM

    Yes I think she was being sarcastic, as blacks were considered demonic, savage, and unrefined based on the Judaeo-Christian misinterpretation of the Bible. Cursed Children of Ham... Yes in Senegambia there was academia, culture and literacy. the region is Muslim and there were Quranic schools. Teacher from both Guinea and Mali t(Timbuktu) taught in these area even till today. Reply

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  • Fortnite Gamer 10/11/2018 2:01:00 PM

    tbh I'd rather read a poem about the hit new video game Fortnite: Battle Royale Reply

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Africa Poems
  1. 1. On Being Brought From Africa To America
    Phillis Wheatley
  2. 2. Africa
    Claude McKay
  3. 3. A Far Cry From Africa
    Derek Walcott
  4. 4. Brother Africa
    Colin Ian Jeffery
  5. 5. ! ! Spirit Of Africa
    Bob Blackwell
  6. 6. Born In Africa
    St Antoine de la Vuadi
  7. 7. Africa
  8. 8. It's The Africa In Me
    Diana van den Berg
  9. 9. An Africa Thunderstorm
    David Rubadiri
  10. 10. To The Genius Of Africa
    Robert Southey
  11. 11. Africa
    Joseph Seamon Cotter
  12. 12. ' My Africa Home
    Efe Benjamin
  13. 13. A Memorial Of Africa
    George MacDonald
  14. 14. Africa
    Abisoye Sejoro
  15. 15. Don’t Cry For Me Africa
    Aldo Kraas
  16. 16. Mama Africa
    Lovina Sylvia Chidi
  17. 17. An Echo From Africa
    Clarence Michael James Stani ..
  18. 18. Africa
    Chime Hilary Uchenna
  19. 19. Africa Sings
    Diana van den Berg
  20. 20. Africa, My Ancient Home!
    Eche Ononukwe
  21. 21. The Battle Of Shina, In Africa, Fought I..
    William Topaz McGonagall
  22. 22. A Cry From South Africa
    James Montgomery
  23. 23. Oh It Is Africa
    lizzie davis
  24. 24. Africa
    TracyLee Eckstein
  25. 25. Crying 'Africa'
    konye ori
  26. 26. (africa Poems) Eagle Metaphor
    Pheko Motaung
  27. 27. Show Me My Africa!
    Siyabonga A Nxumalo
  28. 28. Mid Wastes Of Africa A Wanderer Sped
    France Preseren
  29. 29. Africa Has A Soul
    kemurl fofanah
  30. 30. Rise Up Africa
    Paul Owusu-Aduening
  31. 31. To Africa (While I Was There In The Dese..
    Peter S. Quinn
  32. 32. Rise Up Africa
    Matt Starking
  33. 33. I Have A Dream Of An Africa
    LLM Mbatha
  34. 34. Africa My Land
    Thobile Masondo
  35. 35. My Africa
    Emmanuel Odum
  36. 36. Africa
    Herbert Nehrlich
  37. 37. Africa My Beginning And Africa My Ending..
    Ernest Makuakua
  38. 38. Csi Africa 'Haiku'
    Josephe Buchanan
  39. 39. Daughter Of Africa
    Peter Rhodes
  40. 40. Urban Africa
    Edward Kofi Louis
  41. 41. Africa.
    Solomon Bright Dankwa
  42. 42. Africa
    Gopi Krishnan Kottoor
  43. 43. Mama Africa
    Lucia Domingos Fula
  44. 44. Africa
    Edward Kofi Louis
  45. 45. Mother Africa
    Edward Kofi Louis
  46. 46. Africa
    Brynn Fier
  47. 47. Father Africa
    Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
  48. 48. Mama Africa
    Elijah Ifetayo
  49. 49. Hail Africa
    Bridget Pearson
  50. 50. Mama Africa
    Edward Kofi Louis

New Africa Poems

  1. A. F. R. I. C. A.2, Edward Kofi Louis
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  3. Africa Where Are Thy Powers?, Izunna Okafor
  4. 55 Countries In Africa, Edward Kofi Louis
  5. She Is Mama Africa!, Edward Kofi Louis
  6. Love Brewed In The African Pot!, Edward Kofi Louis
  7. Born And Raised In Africa, Edward Kofi Louis
  8. Africa Soil, Felix Opaleye
  9. African Pride, Wilson Tinotenda Waison
  10. Cursed Is You Man Forging A Hoe For An A.., alexander opicho

Africa Poems

  1. Africa

    The sun sought thy dim bed and brought forth light, The sciences were sucklings at thy breast; When all the world was young in pregnant night Thy slaves toiled at thy monumental best. Thou ancient treasure-land, thou modern prize, New peoples marvel at thy pyramids! The years roll on, thy sphinx of riddle eyes Watches the mad world with immobile lids. The Hebrews humbled them at Pharaoh's name. Cradle of Power! Yet all things were in vain! Honor and Glory, Arrogance and Fame! They went. The darkness swallowed thee again. Thou art the harlot, now thy time is done, Of all the mighty nations of the sun.

  2. A Far Cry From Africa

    A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt Of Africa, Kikuyu, quick as flies, Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt. Corpses are scattered through a paradise. Only the worm, colonel of carrion, cries: 'Waste no compassion on these separate dead!' Statistics justify and scholars seize The salients of colonial policy. What is that to the white child hacked in bed? To savages, expendable as Jews? Threshed out by beaters, the long rushes break In a white dust of ibises whose cries Have wheeled since civilizations dawn >From the parched river or beast-teeming plain. The violence of beast on beast is read As natural law, but upright man Seeks his divinity by inflicting pain. Delirious as these worried beasts, his wars Dance to the tightened carcass of a drum, While he calls courage still that native dread Of the white peace contracted by the dead. Again brutish necessity wipes its hands Upon the napkin of a dirty cause, again A waste of our compassion, as with Spain, The gorilla wrestles with the superman. I who am poisoned with the blood of both, Where shall I turn, divided to the vein? I who have cursed The drunken officer of British rule, how choose Between this Africa and the English tongue I love? Betray them both, or give back what they give? How can I face such slaughter and be cool? How can I turn from Africa and live?

  3. Brother Africa

    He lies near to death Dying in the dust Broken and forgot. Now his children Once mighty tribes Fall before the setting sun. His women - - young and old Dead and dying Host the killer AIDS. He calls for help To rich brothers in the West But his cries fall upon stone-deaf ears. For they find no profit Supplying HIV drugs To those who cannot pay.

  4. ! ! Spirit Of Africa

    To visit Africa, to spend time to notice beauty of the land. To feel its heat, to drink it’s waters, to observe, to marvel, at its creatures, great and small. To see the diversity of its people, in all their rainbow shades, to feel their warmth, their love, their big-heartedness. Means Africa, has touched your soul, you have breathed in a love of Africa, a love that never ceases, a love that never goes away. you have been delighted, charmed, have become enchanted by The Spirit of Africa. For Africa is a land of spirits, they occupy dirt, soil, trees, flowers fruit, food that feeds; the mountains, streams, rivers, seas, oceans, air, the breath of life, and all the people of its land. Africa believes, that before time, before, things began, there was nothing, save for a void, a sphere of spirit that knew no limit; it did not have a name. This one spirit split broke up, spread, to change, to create our world, and all that’s here. This one spirit known to us as love stays the same, to invade all it made, all that visit, especially those that stay. Now if you leave, you’ll always yearn, you’ll hunger you’ll always have that longing to return. 14-07-2009