Offspring of The Savanna

My identity is engraved beneath the course soil of land fought for by my nameless forefathers

I relish upon the fruits of their labor, well aware of the battle I have yet to prepare for, as the land I’ve inherited is not mine to keep

Foreign invaders have settled beneath these lands, leaving their imprint on poached soil

I am serenaded by the cries of my ancestors, urging me to conclude their unfinished autobiographies. But who am I?

I am the crisp wind that blows along the barren lands and battered fields.

The roar of stoic thunder that rumbles through the trees,

Shriveled grass, which feeds the four-legged creatures who adore these lands,

I am the amber that spills into the evening skies, announcing the arrival of a somber sky as the stars reveal its heavenly disguise.

The ebony that adorns the flesh of my people, as the sun cannot help but stare in awe of their melanin beauty.

I am the salty waters that serenade the ambiance of once fruitful lands.

The war cry of a thousand lost natives, dragged off by intruders,

I am the reincarnation of those who walked the savannah decades before me.

A manifestation of the land's richest assets long before it was lost, I am the glorious dunes that watch over the blue seas.

The earth that manifests the flora that can stand the harshest conditions,

I am the manifestation of my country, the voice of many who came before me.

My melanin skin serves as a reminder of how I have been baptized by the sun.

The calluses on my feet are a cofounder for miles I’ve walked, imprinting my footprints on the land that is rightfully mine.

I am the daughter of the savannah!!!

THE BITTER POET