I am from the motherland
But live in the land of the so called free
Where people sting me with harsh misunderstandings of Africa
Treat me like the dirt under their shoes bc they were not used to the continent of pure gold
I  was abused with words like African ***** scratcher you so pretty to be african and *****
That left me with wounds that made me
become ashamed of myself and hate my roots
But as I got older I watered them
realized that being from the motherland
Is a gift
That people didint need to open and analyze and form an hypothesis for
Stereotypes has been thrown at me but I took the pain
And found a way to make I can make a change
Africa is going to be  the gold I will mine
I will Help find education stop poverty and end corruption
Than the aliens would not abuse us with their stereotypes or ignorance
There is always gonna be a spotlight for the darker skin
Bc without us what is a skin color of beauty