Part 1. The beginning

They say I come from Africa,

They stole me from that land.

They say I am an animal.

I cannot understand.

They say they broke my spirit,

They say I won’t be free.

They say imitate don’t emulate,

For them I’ll never be.

They may have stole my body,

Placed it in their putrid ships.

They may have drawn my blood,

With their angry whips

They may have chained me hand and foot.

And starved my flesh away

But I will hold my head with pride,

Until my dying day.

They threw my people over board,

Without a second thought.

They saw us as their property,

We were the slaves they bought

They had no human kindness,

They had hatred in their eyes.

They told their hearts that this was right,

So they believed their lies.

Then land appeared they dragged me out,

On to this foreign land.

And many came to bid for me.

With money in their hand.

He put me in the fields to work.

He gave me rags to wear.

And showed me where he whipped my kind,

So I would know to fear.

I could not hide, I could not speak,

I could not run away.

So I became the slave girl,

Who toiled throughout the day.

I bowed my head, I played the part

While my body suffered pain,

But I never gave up believing,

I’d see Africa again.