My Heritage

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A product of a interacial/intercultural marriage. This celebration can only remind me of how blessed i truly am. So i lay myself bare with the kink in my hair. For I am unable to tell you exactly who I am. For all I know,  as a proud African, my heart has and always will beat to the roaring of the African drum in the dusty plains of my beautiful land.
The product of the true essence of South Africa, diversity, my blood runs deep with history. I’m in touch with my history. The struggles my country, actually my continent, has had to overcome to reach the pinnacles it has reached. My people have been corrupted with the materialistic being of western culture yet strong and mighty they have overcome their past and given birth to a land that I am more than proud to call my own. I stand at the forefront of who this beautiful nation has raised and express my appreciation to those who takes each others hand regardless of race and culture and whisper "let's toil the land"

This poem is about: 
Me

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