This is my song, my African song
I will sing it like it is,
I will sing it like I am,
I will sing it with pride,
It's my African song.
I have danced to your music for so long
Danced in your style all along
Danced in your halls
Like I never had mine, style and hall
Now I will dance my feet to swell.
I am tired of crying,
I am tired of suffering,
I am tired of everything not me,
I am tired of dreaming, dreams that never come true.
I just wanna dance my dance, dance to my song.
I know you will look at me with loathness,
Because you hate to hear me sing my song,
You hate to see me dance to my own song.
But dance I will, and sing I will.
The drum beat of my tune will echo for you to hear.
Far beyond the mountains;
Across the deity valleys,
Yonder and across the oceans and rivers;
The blow pipe will wake my people
And together they will sing my song,
Dance to my song of freedom.
My Song
Seke Bharu
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 12/02/2019
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Poem topics: freedom, music, people, pride, together, long, true, hate, never, hear, african, tired, dance, song, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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