In my ancient history,
A mother stands over her daughter
Twisting her hair into Bantu knots.
The young men gather,
Who built the Great Enclosure
With the strength of mighty warriors.
I am 'umuntu,' a person, I embrace
The ancient beauty in their face,
Their shape, the color of race,
My ancient heritage.
Aug 7, 2024
Aug 7, 2024 at 1:34 PM UTC
In my ancient history,
A mother stands over her daughter
Twisting her hair into Bantu knots.
The young men gather,
Who built the Great Enclosure
With the strength of mighty warriors.
I am 'umuntu,' a person, I embrace
The ancient beauty in their face,
Their shape, the color of race,
My ancient heritage.
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