The African Child Poem by Matt Starking

the African child
I am the African child
born into poverty and slavery
so no matter what I do
nobody adores me
my own parents even ignored me
may be it is because of my skin
but i am moved by the spirit within
I never had mother nor father
I never had shelter
I have been through child labor
my only hope is my prayer
I have been through discrimination
humiliation, intimidation, rejection and whatever
I have passed through fire
but still hope for a brighter future