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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
it is about feeling people hide to survive

Submitted: May 14, 2013

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Submitted: May 14, 2013



I am an african........yes i am......

Ooooooh I am an african....hurt....pained.......troubled......

Ooh Mother africa......why do you sleep

The blood you have have shed..............

The pain you have suffered.................

The blood you have seen fall ....................

The hero’s you have lost..............

Your land drink blood continuosly ,U ask yourself where is the independence your brave warriors fought for.


You see white people take your south

Kill your children for their land,your land

Your children freedom taken away from them

They called for help and yes ,help came,you gave  brave warriors to fight for your children


Yet they were stripped of their love ones because they think they deserve this  land of ours

They laugh at us because we are black

They took us slaves and gave us different names

Now we are scattered around the world with different names lost of our ancestral rights


Mother africa

Now white match with other black and they called them half borns

They visit our country and they dont want to go

Steal our gold and impregnant our children

Whatever we do our colours hinders us

Mother we visit theirs and they fight to throws out

Saying we have taken their land and jobs


But mother africa

Should we keep our hate or do we give them a chance

They have cheated us when they took the south with all your animals,waters,fruits and packed our brothers to the corner and gave them nothing but hunger,pain,left lonely with no care


Mother should we let them be

Or should we wait for the right time?

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