There's more to music
Than just tunes and melodies.
If you pay attention to those symphonies
Coming from the piano keys
You will realize it's a key
To open your mind, reach your soul
Undoubtedly, Twisting your perception of the world.

Poor African child....
Sorrows and heartbreaks are all you know,
Promises of a better home you are told,
But yet...
Deeds are so invisible to your clear sparkling naked brown eyes,
Death murdered your own shadow, and follows you everywhere...just a matter of time 'ntill you shake hands,
Melodies of a C4 and tunes of the M16 is all you listen to, as they sing in their killing sounds
Hope has left its own home, your heart...and has found comfort in those who control life,
To them, your life is as that of a fly, 'You live today, you die tomorrow'
Cries of your loved ones as they are being  murdered like wild animals and hunger around you is the best description of your compound,
The life of a slave is better than yours...for a slave has a master but you, you have masters....
Poor African child...the very words you know are; 'When is this going to be over, and see the sun shine above the clouds?'

In my own skin, Black and beautiful
For an African child I am, proud of my roots.
My skin, burnt and scorched,
Scares visible, for untold stories they represent.

Living In a society where girls fail to embrace who they are, because of the color of there skin.
Chocolate dark brown, black women I proudly am,
A warrior , queen and healer...
How different would the world be if black women knew there strength.
If I where reborn, I'd  desire to be black.
Indoni ya'Manzi... Proudly Black and Beautiful.