Letter to my Motherland
Just opening my eyes is enough for me to see,
Your multifaced face that shines as the sun rises.
Heartbroken, I feel the pain of your sons and daughters,
Burnt, killed, raped, stabbed, robbed, alienated as the sun sets.
Proud, I breathe the fresh air of your rich land,
River, desert, waterfall, forest, mountains, the true beauty.
Conflicted, I hear so many dumb, deaf, and blind fellows,
Pursuing a lost case, committed to keep them as down as possible.
Hopeful, I see your people rise, rising to defy their evil,
Empowering each other, fighting towards their liberation.
Shameful, I reprimand myself for forgetting you,
Alkebulan’s fighters, citizens, soldiers, people, men and women.
Joyful, I embrace who I am,
This fluid and dynamic identity, part of me which I owe you.
Motherland, your children have not forsaken you,
Here we are, and wherever we go, you’re in our hearts and minds.
