Unlike the south

We are

From the Congos

We all emerged     -  Beautiful

Our feet stamping the grounds and breath humming

 

With our tongues

We spoke words that shocked the havens

Melody flowing as a river

The gods were envious

 

In the West and above

They became scared

Our emergence created confusion

 

As in

The tower of Babel

Our unity

 

The stroke us

Grouped our tongues

One against the other

And just as the land of the rising sun was departing

Solomon counciled us - Wisdom

 

Even though dark

From our skin to the soil

We became the definition of aesthetic

With our hearts and minds of gold

We became their treasure