Full of innocence and love, he moves faultlessly
To find a certain refinement, exported to him in a cage
He is taught things that he is never allowed to think about
Things that they called education
Amidst shrubs, coldness, emptiness and poverty
Off – he goes, to a seemingly learning center
What else can he do? Where can he face?
Only to the burning incense of his hopes
With eyes of curiosity and anxiety
He grasps things that make his world different
He is told of the great people in history
And the poor boy wants that path
With less of a mind of his background,
His hopes are raised higher above his dreams
He is surely full of possibilities
But reality proves him wrong.
He can’t do what he’s taught and told.
Perhaps a stranger should tell him
How his soul and hands are rich
He will then realize he’s blessed and African.