ROOTS
You call her weak, tired, dirty
Simply because of the colour of her skin
You call her her rough, proud, arrogant
Simply because you do not understand her being
You laugh and point fingers
You say she knows nothing
But I am great, mighty,strong
No, your ridicule cannot belittle me
I am the Nile, the Niger
The source of your water
Yes I am the great Iroko
The source of your fine timber
I am big, bold and beautiful
I am black and proud
I am the essence
I am Africa
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