Grandma why are we black?
Because black is beautiful
Grandma where are we from?
The Mother land
Why do they hate us?
Because we fear what we do not understand
Why do they burn our houses?
So we can build them even stronger
Why did they bring us here?
Why do you think they brought us here?
And the little girl said…
Because we are beautiful
Because we are from a land of nourishment
We are amazing architects
And they are afraid that they couldn't live without us
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