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The truth remains something that is concealed;
Yet, things are finally becoming revealed;
From the sunny days in the Motherland,
To now, how we survive?
No one will understand.
  
We came from the land of riches and spells;
We were forced on vast numbers of ships with sails;
We were put all over the world and adjusted well,
But our languages and religions
Were changed according to where we dwell.
  
From the loss and auction of family members
To the deaths which everyone remembers;
We spent our labors to build a nation
And still, we were defaulted by being
Deprived of a good education.
  
My heart goes out to those who died for me,
Who always gave me this pride and dignity;
I appreciate all the rebellious slaves,
For giving me better dusks
And these brighter days.
  
We came this far and we know we
Really must continue,
Because my mother always told me...
"The African Prize Is within you."