A Letter to My Homeland

My homeland has so much baggage.

It writes a story with a pen

I can't control.

My homeland went through a time i never endured, 

but her timeline is shown on my face , neck , back and chest.

I AM of African descent.

My continent has gone through the worst of the worst.

We aren't poor, we're being LOOTED!

We were thrown out of our homes,

onto boats we were chained,

and some of us didn't make it to the new land.

Its hard being of African descent ,

in a community that doesn't know its OWN roots.

My peers break me down and beat me up,

telling me to go back to where I came from,

but little do they know, that we are ALL of African descent.

Of my peoples descent.

Kings and queens.

Warriors and Tribes.

But they don't that because Black americans weren't taught the truth ,

about OUR own past.

You look at me differently, but i can't blame you for not knowing the truth.

My African heritage will always make me stand out.

But , being african doesn't define me , instead its part of who I am.

When people describe Africa they see this poor place with no life.

Well theres were there wrong. 

The motherland has LIFE , STRENGTH , and COURAGE

to keep going even after she was robbed of her natural resources,

she's still here.

Even after her people were taken to a plantation ,

where they were beaten , raped and killed ,

she's still here.

Even after Europe took over and left nothing ,

she's is still here.

She is a continent of strength ,

and a continent that rose from the ashes ,

and is transforming into something like never before.

I'm proud of my heritage.

I believe that Africa has an amazing future ,

from the low savannas to the highest mountain ,

from the Congolese river to the city of Kisangani ,

It is the continent herself and her people ,

who show the true meaning of strength.

I'm always gonna be the african kid , 

but at the end of the day ,

we ALL come from one place , 

Africa.

I may not have been born in Africa ,

but she was born and she lives inside of me ,

and I will never forget my roots.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country

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