How was Africa before slavery, the colonial time, and these “rapists?”
Mighty PROPHECIES, Feelings, and Emotions for thee were left in the midst-
A poem, for you, was written as the emotionless seats: I am feeling your Emotion and its heat.
As love stands [still], things of life repeat. We fall and for a second we split.
IN THE SPLIT OF THAT SECOND, WE COUNTED OUR BLESSINGS, HERE IS A LIST.
We are rising as the Chosen People we ought to be, being tired of being looked down upon- that is it!
Healthy, I am, because my People have endured so much yet rejoice in the little we have like this kiss.
As we keep on worshipping God who is bringing us out, at the exit.
Hearts think while your thoughts beat and recall our Ancestors who fought back with hymns and heartbeats.
If love is, should we enter or exit? Entering our Utopia where poverty and hunger no longer exist.
Please judge my CONTINENT and her children by my cover, as long as them and I are neat.
Past relationships dragged my People down along with our resources, their defeat.
I am at your mercy dear Sahara and beloved Kilimandjaro, you are a reflection of our Spirit.
Beautiful Mosi oa-Tunya, I’m at your feet because thou lovest I and I loveth thee lest thy love deplete.
Until my Peace and your Love meet… Into yesterday [where we stood tall like Pyramids] I will exist.