I am,
Third World!
Live! !
Now,
Full of life;
To teach the world.
Third World!
My birth,
Full of life;
Out of the womb to the world so sweet! !
My identity,
My status,
My style to the world so sweet!
I am who i am;
Full of the muse of poetry.
Third World! ! ! !
Out of nowhere to teach the world with my style;
Oh Africa! ! ! !
Praises,
And the songs of Africa!
Dancers with dancing steps;
I am an African.
Born as an African!
Raised in Ghana my homeland;
Third World! ! ! !
Praises to Africa!
Mama Africa,
Mama Africa my homeland.
From me to you,
My style to the world so sweet!
Third World;
Thanks to ny Parents,
Thanks to my siblings,
Thanks to the entire members of the family tree worldwide!
I am who i am today.
From me to you,
Muse of Mama Africa to the world so sweet!
Waking up in Africa;
Today,
I am teaching the whole world with my style.
Muse of Africa!
Muse of poetry! !
Even though,
They called us,
The Third World;
However,
I am now teaching the First World.
Africa! ! !
With the muse of my birth;
A special day!
Noted with Love;
Only to share my works today,
To the world so sweet.
We all need each other!
Everybody needs somebody;
Anywhere and everywhere!
From Africa to the world so sweet! !
Teaching along,
My style of poetry;
Only for peace and love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem