Liberia My Home
Australian by paper
Liberian by blood
Liberia is my motherland
Liberia in my round hips
that they criticis of not being
worthy of "beauty".
Liberia in my big lips
that will forever speak the truth .
Liberia in my ways
Liberia is my ways
They will tell you my country is
bad, it's dangerous, they even
make the mistake of saying
"Africa" is a poor and disgusting
country, forgetting to know its a
damn continent with beautiful
and extraordinary countries.
You can't fool me with your
"white ways", I'm a native
daughter of the most beautiful
land, I value my culture, it runs
through my vines...
lah a there oo
by: Mafata Dunbar
Copyright © Mafata Dunbar | Year Posted 2013
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