I am Africa
Listen to me yearn for my brothers and sisters of the past and present
With the rhythm running and beating through my veins
I ask you, Mother, why am I not accepted at home? Why was I ripped from your nipple before I was old enough to suck? Why do I not feel the same love in return from my people?
I’ve seen my people be miseducated about who we are
I’ve seen my people be either team light skin or team dark skin
I’ve seen my people develop a deep hatred of who we are
I’ve seen my people murdered because of who we are
But I’ve seen us rise and rise and rise and rise
I want to feel that warm embrace from you, Mother
To know I am still loved no matter how far I am from your rich and prosperous resources
I am still you and you are still me
I am Black
Soy negra
Eu sou negra
We are brothers and sisters
With the rhythm running and beating through our veins
I still call you home even though you might not be