Black to the bone,
Well taught at home.
Wise with the idioms of my elders
Tell me, how can I fail or fall by the way side?
Strong willed and culturally bound for a journey, the challenges ahead.
I am an African Child
Of a warrior, my father
And of a strong woman, my mother
Tell me, how can I be weak?
My voice is key like the locks and must be heard by all; a resounding drum from the mountain top.
I am an African Child
Of modern days madness, a culturally nude!
Many call it technology but for so long, so wrong
It is 'Junks-No-Logic'!
A lost African Child, who will find you?
I am an African Child
A hard-working child!
A conscious child!
Never again, will I throw-away with one what my fathers held with their two hands.
Of my colour will pride like the lions.
Never again, will I allow the sharks to swallow me across the oceans.
I am an African Child
I am a good child
Love me like a child even when I am old
And I will love you too.
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