I'm Mother .
Am race itself. Traveled the world before anyone else. History I made, they try to erase. My people they stole, turned them into slaves. My gold they dug and built golden palaces for themselves, ornaments meant for my children. Am African. Melanin brighter than diamonds. Skin pure like almonds. Your melanin so deep, it should remind you of your roots. Kings and Queens. Royalty in their own rights. Africa is a giant. The only king who owns his Gold.
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