Africa My Homeland
Africa My Homeland
I am the face
fixed on a map
A space
with boundary, leaving no gap
I am a homeland
desecrated when I was abducted from my rightful nation
A brand
with a name which precedes my reputation
I am a continent
incapacitated not to live up to his flair
A dissident
doors shut daily to his face unless I straightened my hair
I am a riddle
narrated to my kids stuck in Britain, France and America
A bridle
used only by Africans for Africa
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