An African Child Poem by Thapelo Lebesa

They say an apple doesn't fall far from the tree,
Give me a pen and paper and I will show you who I was truly meant to be,
An african child,
Young with an imagination running wild,
A heart that's tender loving and mild,
Born with a purpose of making the world a better place,
Descended from a remarkably colorful race,
Skin as brown as a coconut shell,
Protecting the pure water till the perfect moment that only GOD can tell,
Easy on forgiveness and quick on trust,
An African child with a bitter sweet past,
Like a phoenix I rise from the burnt ashes and dust,
Walking like a proud lion in the land of mother Africa,
Showing off my might while keeping my enemies in sight,
King of the land king of the wild,
I will forever be an african child.