They taught me embarrassment for my own people
They taught me and my lighter friends,
to snicker and roll my eyes at their broken English
They convinced me the hair on my head was a badge of higher humanity
They made me hate the tribal dances and wide splayed feet
They didn't teach me the Kings and Dynasties we built before time
They didn't tell me the language my elders spoke wasn't theirs,
but a comical copy of a continent of people robbed of their own
They didn't make me realize I, was only a crude copy of their cruder culture
bent on domination, greed and genocide, and that my hair wasn't recognized
by them for anything more than hair.
They didn't tell me the hair of my brothers and sisters was the hair of a great,
strong, diverse people.
It took decades to wake up and see, they, were my enemy
and my people held the key to real pride
It took decades to find out I was truly the gem of the earth
They didn't want me to find out that I, was the mother of all mankind.
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