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Africa


I am Congo Looked upon with disgrace They tried to erase my race We were betrayed and put on slave ships Slavery was money, so there were no friendships I am Kenya My ancestors were put through a lot of stress and pain Beat down till’ their faces were filled with permanent mud stains Lashed till you could see through their bear skin The world was blind because through their eyes we were the personification of sin I am Libya My race looked past the hate and kept their minds on gaining freedom We cherished our race with dignity and wisdom We knew that misplaced hate brings disgrace to races We did not let anger's poison stop the progression on winning Supreme Court cases I am Zimbabwe The embodiment of hope, courage, and resiliency The epitome of power, greatness, and endless abilities Which enrich my soul with peace, knowledge, and ingenuity Within my heart dwells the spirit of creativity, and beauty I AM AFRICA
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