I am Africa.
Dust and harsh sun.
Strong shoulders from carrying a heavy yoke.
I am wild.
I am resilient.
I am fire and starlight.
Listen.
My heartbeat is a drum.
Listen.
My voice is not just one.
I am dark.
Deep with history, scarred and worn.
Leathered by the sun, callused by abuse.
Oh, but I am lovely.
Come, listen.
I am truth.
I am perseverance.
I am simplicity.
I am not as I may seem.
I am not what the world perceives.
Listen as I stir -
as I awaken.
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