Your life began
on this dark continent.
Born unto a wise land
where the arrogance of a captor
shakes the soil.
Baby puts its feet on the soft earth,
but shifted and pulled,
baby is unbalanced.

Born
unto a proud land.
Baby OPEN YOUR EYES
the captors have come
to mold you.

Your life began
in this dark womb.
Every child, a product of the soil,
your innocence, stolen.

Snatched
into a world
quickly fading.
Look into the eyes of your father,
ask him what is to become of us all.

A stranger
in your own land
before you are even born.

By Lauren-Joy Goss

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WoW!!! An excellent poem creatively written:)