I Am African - Poem by Barbara Botha
How do I know that I'm African?
Is it the colour of skin?
Is it the language that I speak?
Or is it the believes of my ancestors?
I know this...
The first breath I took,
was of African air.
The first word I spoke,
The first step I took,
was on African soil.
Every time my heart beats,
it beats for Africa.
I am African!
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