South Afrikan Dream

First published Oct 13, 2011

Young, Black and gifted. I do not need to cross the oceans to live my dream, lead by those who died and where imprisoned so I can dear to dream and succeed.

I grew up in this land
I grew up by this land
And I have roots of this land
There is an African dream
I have the South african dream
Of flying high above the land my forefathers walked
To go above the limits that man has set on me
Young Black South African woman
Claiming my life of independence
From those who have imprisoned me in their minds
Free from all chains of limitations
I hold back nothing
And set foreword everything
No boundaries hold me back
From the tribe that seems to be losing its face
I unveil my own face
Reviving the beauty of the Hlubi tribe
Carrying the beauty of a face of dreams
Africa awaken by the flood of dreams
That we young black and gifted carry
Led by the dreams our elders have for us
Listen to the heart of this young South African dream
Dream beyond the borders of limits set by men
Woman no more slave to the kitchen
But yet in my south african woman is empowered in the city
But back home where it all started
Mama still in the kitchen
Mama still in the bedroom
Mama still mama
South African dream so tangible
No running here just success for those who dear to dream
I have a dream, to live the South African dream.

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