I come from lands where drums still speak,
Where elders’ wisdom flows deep each week.
I danced barefoot on sacred ground,
With every step, my roots were found.
But I was born where freedom bled,
Where chains were broken, tears were shed.
I carry stories in my skin,
Of battles lost, and hope within.
You wear your name like royalty,
I search for mine in history.
You knew the land, the songs, the way–
I learned to fight just to stay.
Yet when I hear your language rise,
My heart responds, though tongue denies.
And when you see my power burn,
You see the fire you helped me learn.
So let us not build walls of pride,
When blood and soul are still allied.
Two branches, reaching endlessly–
One struggle, one strength, one ancient tree.