They have
Never noticed
Sacrifices i made!
All the noticed is my
Black badge skin of
AFRICA..

Its all about them!
Its all about boer skin!
Its all about their
England skin!

Because of colour
That surround
My skin...
I had to follow the
The great leaders...
Leader's that brough
Life to me

Thats when where it
Doesnt matter Weather
They clasify you as
Black or
White,
Forgive me weather
You are tall or short
After all you are who
You are...

YOU ARE AN AFRICAN.,

Thats where you find
Many of mother
Tongues inside
each one of us!
Where you find Diferrence in an African world....

Ngiya xholisa...
They say money is life
Also time
While the truth is
Whether you are rich
Or poor...

If i had to say i didn't Have a friend=
Thabo
Or
Tshepo:
Nor
Tshidi or
Teboho...

I did not grow in the
Street of soweto....
Didn't swim at that
Ocean of darbun

No shelter to stay
And relax
I had no mother
Oh! !
No father who will
Tell me that Everything
Will be just fine! !

I found a threat to My Life!
I am talking about
This

BLACK BADGE OF AFRICA

I am an african

Teboho petrus ntaita

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