Her hair kinks under the Sahara
Her skin, a tan of permanent summer
The sheer thought of pluck
An untold story
Robbed from her distraught history
Tough luck?
Or maybe manipulated silence
Rattle a sleeping dog
Remind her what it’s like
To speak and be heard
To see and understand
She will bring a pen to a sword fight
Her voice to a gun fight
Hoping,
Her voice will attract a dozen senses
Maybe more than a dozen great minds
Her heart beats for this land
Her eyes vision a great future
She is Africa’s future
She is Africa!
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
Her hair kinks under the Sahara
Her skin, a tan of permanent summer
The sheer thought of pluck
An untold story
Robbed from her distraught history
Tough luck?
Or maybe manipulated silence
Rattle a sleeping dog
Remind her what it’s like
To speak and be heard
To see and understand
She will bring a pen to a sword fight
Her voice to a gun fight
Hoping,
Her voice will attract a dozen senses
Maybe more than a dozen great minds
Her heart beats for this land
Her eyes vision a great future
She is Africa’s future
She is Africa!