Africa
You are fabric with many borders
With narratives as old as time
And wealth as rich as gold
You are half a home and half an encyclopedia
You are a song echoed with possibilities

Africa
I have seen you look through the lens of foreigners to see yourself
I have seen you dig graves to prove your worth
I have seen you set yourself fire to keep others warm
I have witnessed how you dim your light to let others shine

Africa
When will you see what you are made of?
Maybe it's time to unlearn your mistakes
It's time to unlearn your prejudices
It's time to see beyond what others see you as
To tell your narrative as the healing you deprived yourself for too long

Africa
I have lived and I have...