I Am An African Child

I am an African child Born on the fertile soil of Africa Skin rich in minerals Raised by a mother who never allowed me to feel sorry for myself I am an African child Deeply rooted in the African dream Bright and thoughtful A treasure characterized by witnesses of many clouds I am an African child Though I am black and beautiful I refuse to be judged by my skin color Gift me a book and I'll tell the name of those hidden stars in the sky I am an African child It's obvious they hate me for no reasons But I am made of the moon And shine bright like a diamond I am an African child Representing tears and blood Sorrows and unending pains But I am optimistic about tomorrow I am an African child Excited to be a citizen of Africa But fake smiles knocking on my door Cause my leaders paint my dreams with cookpot and charcoal I am an African child Not ordinary but a charming vessel Teach me discipline day and night And avoid hiding my faults I am an African child Clothed with beaded accessories Fetched water from rivers and streams For my culture is my heritage I am an African child Not an American or European Teach me to stay black and not white Cause there's no continent I feel more African than Africa I am an African child A child whose father dances Africanly at the village square Flutes and drums are played during festival I am one of the sons and daughters of my fatherland