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Two sisters, same womb Birthed and raised in separate lands A bond so tight breached by the Atlantic Ocean One raised in the United States The other stayed in native Africa Same motherland Conceived by the same parents Raised in different homes This leads me to ask, What is my culture? I am "culturefull", I am African American I am not African In the way that I have family that has emigrated from the mother of continents Nor am I American in the way that the American default for the rest of the world is white But I am African in the way that my features and very soul are alive And I am American in the way my family has toiled this soil and served this country for generations Furthermore, Though American, I never where the red, white, and blue Because American pride Seems too patriotic for a country so ignorant So in a way, I am something whose beauty has been meticulously put back together, while some pieces remain lost on the journey In the same way of understanding that without both titles -African and American- my two stories are not complete I am both in a sense, to the way I am neither A honor to my origin vs a reflection of my past What am I? I ask myself this sometimes A Soulann, a specific ethnicity of American often misunderstood I am African American
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Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 6:45 PM UTC
Sisters by Blood, Nurtured by Different Mothers
Two sisters, same womb Birthed and raised in separate lands A bond so tight breached by the Atlantic Ocean One raised in the United States The other stayed in native Africa Same motherland Conceived by the same parents Raised in different homes This leads me to ask, What is my culture? I am "culturefull", I am African American I am not African In the way that I have family that has emigrated from the mother of continents Nor am I American in the way that the American default for the rest of the world is white But I am African in the way that my features and very soul are alive And I am American in the way my family has toiled this soil and served this country for generations Furthermore, Though American, I never where the red, white, and blue Because American pride Seems too patriotic for a country so ignorant So in a way, I am something whose beauty has been meticulously put back together, while some pieces remain lost on the journey In the same way of understanding that without both titles -African and American- my two stories are not complete I am both in a sense, to the way I am neither A honor to my origin vs a reflection of my past What am I? I ask myself this sometimes A Soulann, a specific ethnicity of American often misunderstood I am African American
#African Diaspora #African American #Roots #Proud History
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17/F/United States
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 6:45 PM UTC
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