I am an African child I sing and dance every day I believe in harmony and joy I respect our cultural values and norms I bless our ancestors every day For I believe they foresee the future I grew up where love is for all and hatred for none I,the African child, drift with the western world Believing that without education am a foul I, treated like a foul, to give away my resources and wealth Thinking of a brighter future I woke up the next day saw my people in chains crying and screaming for help I said to myself this suffering will never end I, the African child, should go back to my culture and embrace our values
I am your child,yet you choose to ignore that fact I am your flesh the fruit that proved other trees that said you can not bear wrong. I shamed your enemies Wrapped their faces in shame with believe that you’re
You ask if I believe in God. I think He’s left us all alone like sweaty children in a mall, searching for our mothers. But one glance at your tenderly upturned face, I can only breathe of white angels, gossamer
She surfaced from the blue sea like Aphrodite’s child in all her splendor droplets of water sparkled on her body as if she were covered in precious diamonds. I walked over and offered my name she submitted hers so willingly.