My Africa: Scarred, but Perfect
Scarred, but Perfect.
Centered in the core of my spirit.Founded on the labor of great blood and undried tears.Built upon crude, dark soil, yet deep, rich and flourishing
Broken to make her mediocreDeceived, to steal her profound cultureOverthrown to make her inferior Exploited, to steal her unique esteem
And, my Africa is still enduring...
Entrenched in her sincere culture,Established in deep wisdom, Exceptional in every way.Endearing in every step.
My Africa, ancient, yet modernMy Africa, old, yet youthfulMy Africa, scarred, yet perfect
My Africa.....
Centered in the core of my spirit.Founded on the labor of great blood and undried tears.Built upon crude, dark soil, yet deep, rich and flourishing
Broken to make her mediocreDeceived, to steal her profound cultureOverthrown to make her inferior Exploited, to steal her unique esteem
And, my Africa is still enduring...
Entrenched in her sincere culture,Established in deep wisdom, Exceptional in every way.Endearing in every step.
My Africa, ancient, yet modernMy Africa, old, yet youthfulMy Africa, scarred, yet perfect
My Africa.....
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