African-American

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I dreamed of Africa
What a beautiful place it was
Where the sun shined bright
And the bees buzzed

I dreamed of Africa
From where my ancestors came
From the happiness of sunshine
To the hatred of rain

I dreamed of Africa
Generations before me would be ashamed
Of how we now hate
To be called African
That’s just a name for a slave

I dreamed of Africa
And the definition of African
Meaning of relating to the nations
Or peoples of that land

Yet another dream
A bulimic girl
Who throws up her heritage
To compete with the new generation
Of this robot creation

I dreamed of Africa
But I woke up in America
Just as our ancestors
Even I am ashamed
Of what we have became





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