Who am I?, That’s the question i also asked when undermining the greatness I never knew about me.
I’m that someone,
With blackened skin,
Serving my master in a foreign land,
Hiding behind my desire,
Living in rejection.
Think it is a guilt to dream of the life just like my master
Even though I have no clue of it’s end
I want to have that one day; Freedom, Acceptance, Love, family and success.
I laugh it out, knowing how it is impossible
Looking at myself
I see a gangster, thief, murderer, rapist, black son of a mistake continent of Africa, and above all the brother of Satan?
Because that’s what my master says about me and because of my skin color
I Know for a fact that what my master says about me does not define me
Then why does he have the same red river flowing in his veins just like! Then I started thinking out loud.
Why does he keep his nature waste in the same foundation as mine!
I told myself, Don’t believe what comes of his mouth
You two might be of different colors but one race!
Even though he’s blessed with a noble life, he has no right to crash your pride.
Then all my senses returned to me, I laughed blissfully
I realized I am Mandela, Nasser, Kwame, Obote, Chaka chaka, in my actions! A true warrior of AFRICA, MY MOTHERLAND!❤️