I could never live in Africa
coming face to face with a Hippo would be the end of me
and Hyenas would share me with Vultures,
if a pride of lions should pass my rotting corpse by.
And the Sun in Africa would blister my white skin, exhaust me with unrelenting fire, and I would die of heat stroke, but not before I experienced being in a minority, and I would never be strong enough for that.