DEAR CHILD

I watched you struggle out of what he called a baren womb
I watched you breath using what he called a punctured lung
I watched you walk with what he called useless legs
And I watched you talk without a voice
I watched you listen even though there was no sound

I watch the sun
burn your caramel flesh chocolate brown
Turn your tender feet hard

I watch the wind
sway your thin shirt and torn pants
I watch you shiver....

I watch heavenly water drench you, quench you and wash you anew
I watch you embrace a new day through the holes of your tin roof
EVERY DAY

I see you smile
I see you walk with your head held high

Dear child,
I have watched you fall
And everytime I smile
Africa my child
Every time you fall
You pick yourself up with pride