Do I Really Want To Go Home Poem by kwane Lamb

Being African and black in Africa…
Or Afro American black in America…
Do I Really Want To Go Home…
Africa…my (Motherland) …
Beauty from long, long ago…
America a land stolen and lined…
With ghost…
In Africa I was (King) I was (Queen) …
In America I am hope, dream and a scream…
In Black Africa British rule…
While America becomes a melting pot…
Africa and America stay the same…
Living and preaching life styles alike…
Do I Really Want To Go Home
Years has it way…
Black Africans became run-ways…
Black Afro Americans …media slaves…
Do I Really Want To Go Home…
A Black African can never…and they say…
Never say never…
But A black African can never be (King) of England for they…
Have no kings…so The Black African Queen is out…don't pout…
Do I Really Want To Go Home…
But in this (stolen land) of the…
New Afro American Black American…
A black man became (president) …
Long over due…here and elsewhere…
After many and much confusion…delusion…
Delusion of grandeur at times were a blessing…
No matter how swift…
Do I Really Want To Go Home…
Buckets and buckets of tears and pain…
Heaven really never had to give… us rain…
Do I Really Want To Go Home…
Black Africans fighting to fight to be…
In there in world…
Man. Boy, woman and girl…
Buckets of tears and pain as well…
But the HELL…IS MUCH, MUCH…
GREATER…so I went to visit…
I never did visit America…
I just woke up here…

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