Though I was born African,
Raised and bred by my kin,
Doesn’t make me a living sin,
You might be born in another continent,
With a good government and lifestyle,
But that doesn’t make you clean,
You say you teach your children, love,
But you show them ways to hate me,
When I glow it means darkness,
With or without proof I am fraudulent,
But I tell you to repent of your ways,
For you risk killing my culture,
My ways, my dance and erase my picture,
On the sands of time, I still rise again,
For I am who I am,
The priceless jewel of my motherland,
The African child with no colour,
My heart, my swag, my future.