Take me back to the mother land
Take me back
Take me back to the rolling grasslands,
Dry seas of ever swaying stillness.
Hide me in the blades and I'll sit low, crouching, waiting, watching.
Take me back.
Run with me!
Over hills baked in the sun,
On trails our ancestors treaded on,
Our footsteps like thunder in our ears,
Leap with me, gracefully over stream beds that see rain once or twice a year.
Take me back.
To the freedom of open, endless skies,
To massive beards of black and white,
To pink flamingos standing tall,
To the greatest of miracles being rainfall,
Take me back.
Back to the excitement of the hunt.
Back to the lands I was stolen from, please take me back.
Back to the lands I once ruled.
To where my cleft chin marked me as royalty,
Where my single brow would make the great sahara bow to me,
where my mocha brown skin
And nappy black hair made me a queen.
Take me back and dress me in palatial purples and golds,
Paint me like the sky at dusk, stretching on forever.
Take me back.
Take me back and watch the stars with me.
Let us watch them appear by twos and threes and lose ourselves in the voids in between.
Lie with me, our backs to the sun warmed earth,
blanketed in warm, dry air and starry night
Let us watch mother moon take flight over us, her children.
Feel with me the peace that comes only from coming home.
Come, take my hand.
And Take me back to the Motherland.