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WARNING: THIS POEM CONTAINS LANGUAGE THAT MAY OFFEND. This poem is inspired by the poem I too sing America, by Harlem Renaissance poet Langston Hughes, in which he expresses the feelings of Afro-Americans experiencing prejudice and discrimination. I too sing Cameroon. I am the ninth and tenth and eleventh provinces, or is it regions? I just want to be human, not superhuman, Accepted as a person. I know how you perceive me: "Traitor", "Opposition", BamiAnglo..." A figment of your own imagination. Why do you see an Anglophone and you hear- "Gunshots!? Crisis!? Protests!? Grumblings!? You got criminals! We've got criminals!" I too can feel; I too can dream, I too can lead. But you look down on me, and call me "Anglofou." Now I am the country nigger “Anglofou”, Now I am the house nigger. You say you are the top dog, And I the underdog. Tomorrow; when the stakes are down: Will it be my turn to look down at you? Will I call you "Franco Fool?" Or I will call you brother? That tomorrow will surely come Nobody will dare say to me: "Anglofou"; "Parlez Anglais", "Les Anglo la" then. Besides, I have walked up the ladder with the virus of bilingualism And I will sit at the table And you will see the good in me. I too, sing Cameroon!