Africa

January 16, 2019

Africa

My homeland

The motherland

My ancestry

My people

Different cultures

Once full of hidden treasures

Exploited.

Divided.

Stripped.

We pick up ourselves up

Rejoice under one sun

We praise our beautiful, golden, unique continent

Africa.

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