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When I look in the mirror

into my eyes

I want to see if I can

see inside

into my soul

where stories lie that

are untold

stories from the motherland

where my ancestors are from

stories told with the sound

of an African drum

I see African children playing

in the fields

women sit & compare baskets

they wield

young boys race along the

desert on their barefeet

as their sisters dance to

sound of the drummer's beat

when the village has settled

& ate their food

everyone gathers around the Elders

as they set the mood

to tell stories of their past

& their father's past

they instill it in the children

so that our history will last

In the mirror I smile when its me I see

because I am proud-Africa is within me