Mental Journey (My African Story) Poem by Nafisah Daniella Ozohu Suleiman

I am a Black girl.
A certified Black African girl.
We don't speak of white things—
Like mental illness and sorrow unspoken.

I hold my green and white flag dearly,
Cherish my mother tongue,
Even though my voice carries the weight of a white man's echo.

Yet, tragedy found my mind,
A battle my mother could not save me from.
Only God holds that knowing.

Irony unfolds—
My mental journey took shape,
And I stepped through a white man's phase.

But I am only a Black girl.
A certified Black African girl.
No different from a white man,
And that—was God's lesson to me.

My brethren, I believe it.
I believe I am him too.

Written by Sheisddavid