We Are Africans

Even with your electric guitar and your drums, It cannot be compared to our skin made drums. You still cherish the sound of our music and it value Despite how hard you tried to make we live life as designed by you. We are Africans and our history is not all about slavery, Yeah! It a dark side that when enunciated of will always bring misery, As we spend centuries building your world in the absolute absence of choice, Breaking our self-esteem, humiliating our ego, all to silence our voice. Yet we grew up stronger than you think, Providing for your factories with just a eye blink, Despite with all the division you preach, We chose to play by... as we stretch our hands friendly for you to reach. Yet you think you are shrewder than us, And you try to corrupt our leaders whom we trust. Then paint them black by your media Those who at the start realize that you are not our friend nonetheless the healer. You take our rich heritage to beautify you museums, You still, loot and scattered or kingdoms Over four centuries you milk our Caws, and harvest our ivory, You take our diamonds, steal our golds, and all the things you envy. We are Africans, one made of many, Rich in diversity, and a culture that you envy, Skin color that shine, glitter and glow Even with suppression, oppression yet slowly we grow.