Mama Africa,

Like a son watching his mother struggle through the agony of death,
I stand helplessly with tears in my eyes watching your pain.
Raped naked of all your resources it is not right you are left with nothing but a sour name,
you would think the rivers worth of tears from the oppressed weak and poor,
that it would flood our hearts and minds with remembrance while replenishing your soul,
instead it doesn’t and this thought leaves me about as confused as a child representing a statue of skin and bones
searching for milk in breast that sag from malnourishment.

It is funny to mention that women in North America starvethemselves to represent the shape of an hour glass with more than enough to eat,
meanwhile, mothers in Africa watch hour glasses sadly onlooking their kids wondering when they will be able to eat.
In my minds eye, i see the pain and suffering across these man made borders
at mothers with the dwindling hope of ever receiving the cure for man made troubles that is leaving them without ease.
I stand firm on my beliefs that it should change, while they stand loosly on grounds soaked by flood waters carrying disease.

I love you mama, but my love is but a drop of rain in this land dried by years of hate like drought.
I am sorry my brothers sold themselves to the west and weren’t forcefully taken, i apologize for their greed.
Forgive me for thinking that I am anything different than my brothers and sisters that stayed behind that are in dire need
because, no matter where we are, regardless of what we force ourselves to belive, when one gets shot in Africa we all bleed.

They say, “proof is in the pudding” but they have no pudding to prove it.
I promise to be one of the many to take back supplies for them to live and to got o school with
because, your tribe my tribe, this talk can’t last, ties will be broken and wont be healed by cast.
Regardless of our deception and lies, mama Africa, you stayed humble and welcoming with green pastures and blue skies.

I know I have left for Canada, but Africa is where my soul has stayed, and when I return I will bring back educated
people of all colors and shades, to spread our love quicker than that of aids.
And no man shall stop me, or any of you reading this who are destined to lead this crusade.

Long Live Africa!