There is this fear of knowing who I really am, for who I am truly with my caramel skin and dark brown tresses, who am I, do you know?
I am my mother's blend of beauty, flavoured with my fathers tasteful spice. I am a Dutchman's descendent; an island woman's great grandchild; I am a tribal dancer; hidden within my heart I am a woman within a mask of origin.
Though this land has rejected my worth I am as precious as black or white, as red or yellow. I am of Africa and Africa is of me; no side can I choose for I am the peace flag that stands in between, if you take the time to see me only then will you learn to forgive the past woes.
I am the true fruit of a nation within a rainbow of colour; I am one entwined with you.