Warrior
Born in Ivory Coast
but never would I boast.
Raised in the Democratic Republic of Congo
playing the bongos, but couldn’t make it my logo.
On a quest from east to west,
I made Cameroon my nest.
But the traveler in me took me to Paris
only to find out it was only a transit, just like my x Harris.
Now I find myself in the United States
the land of many states.
Taking a rest for now, but the journey is far from over.
As I sit and ponder
If it’s safe to cross the border
I realize all things prior,
I am an African warrior.
My attitude is of a fighter
always chasing what matters.
For success is not an option
but rather an obligation.
I stay strong in my convictions,
For God leads me despite the trials and tribulations.
I am the seed of the mother land.
Africa, oh beautiful land!
I am your warrior, and this I shall be until the end.
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