African Child Poem by Angelic Takudzwa

lam an African child
Not because l was born in Africa
But my heart beats for Africa.
My motherland the beautiful land
In her presence I have discovered
The memory of our being.

Its the African in me
That loves the forest in which I wake up in
That has taught me how to love
And how to be strong in hard time
Its the African in me that makes me
Sad when her children fight each other.

My ears hearing no more racism
Reveal beyond the rains of the past
Taught to be united and to work hard
Fond with my African culture and tradition.

I am an African child:
Not because l have a black skin,
But my soul is engaged to Africa
Because Africa made me who l am
Proudly an African child iam.