Walk young beauty
Show them what they ignore
When they enslaved our people's
Stripping them of their homes.
Now our children sleep
In the foreign suns.
Now our children dream
Of the land of beating drums.
Pose young beauty
Show them our true nature
Not long ago we were animals
Just a pile of beasts.
That you can kill and use,
Nothing but an inferior haze.
Dimmed by their superior light,
While we were subjected to torture.
Strut young beauty
Show them who we are
They see us as drug addicts
That we are criminals
They see our revenge as crime.
Now its your turn
Give us back our pride,
Not with violence but peace.
Black young beauty
Do not let go of our past
Let them not tell you lies.
Call yourself black like the soil of our land.
We are not animals
Nor are we inferior
And when you walk black and proud
They understand the truth, our truth!
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