What about African Youth?

Is it? living through a chosen lens

There I was, in the middle of that vast warm land

There I stood, expectant and full of bliss

Warm, green and magnificent in the face of that yellow sun

I watched

As they traversed my space and gave me an identity

Not allowed to react to that Identity, there I lay

I chose to allow that identity upon my frame

Troubled and deeply in pain,

I focused on my priority

To give my branches a new green

Then came those who looked upon my height in awe

Those who thought I was extraordinary

The source of their thoughts not defined

Rather cast upon a glance at a branch, at some branches

Those that resisted the unkindness of the undefined sun

Those that retained their green

Then I began to bear a new kind of seed

A different kind of seed

One whose dispersal was uninhabited

One whose skin was hard and resistant

One that gave me a hope of universal influence

The lens slowly tilted

A new identity I got

One awash with word on my new kind of seed

One influenced by the resilience of this new seed

Some dispersed never to return

Some dispersed and finding their way home

All I loved with one embrace