I’m from the dust,From where the wind blows and the sand rolls along the path.I’m from the bird sitting in the tree,    (Watching and singing,    It smells like fresh air.)I’m from the hot sun beaming on my face,    With heat I still remember the weather      as if it was two days ago. I’m from apple and oranges,    From the farm and trees.I’m from the do it all,     and the Good Samaritan, From thank you and you are welcome. I’m from “you can’t do that, because you are a girl”   and “go back to your country, Black girl” I’m from a rich continent,   From Gold and diamonds.From the hard work my ancestry didand the respect we lost. I’m from my father dark brown eyes,     From a county where my father is well respected. I’m from a rich soil  From where you don’t need fertilize to grow your fruits.       and where the neighbors get together on harvests day,        with a lot of laughter.I’m from AfricaFrom the land where you don’t talk back to your parents      nor disrespect older folks.I’m from the land where respect is shown to everyone,   And that land is Africa.I’m from Africa