AFRICAN CHILD

My skin is not barrier it's my right to live and rule but nature in time will call you Will render account squatting on your heels I might have been denied by the dreadful and the desperate I swear with my world: The time will ask for the rate . Am must not be, I would not be , Never will I be A caged bird . As they've done centuries ago To my ancestors and my forefathers let my voice rule them And my beauty depress them.