Roots

My heritage... my roots.

Who am I? I'm me; I'm you and everybody else

Bad, cruel, evil that's not me you're talking about somebody else

I'm descendent of African warriors and Portuguese discoverers

My African people were taken from their home as slaves and sufferers

Destined to feel thirst, hunger and pain

Mother Africa cries and cries but her tears are in vain

She gets drained of her blood, by ruthless people and corrupt politicians

But she stands strong forever facing harsh conditions

That struggle turned us into warriors forever fighting against odds

We have the strength to face gods

My Portuguese people are forever curious

We love to learn, and when we don't know something that makes us furious

Our curiosity led us to discover many "new worlds", but it also led to our destruction

Father Portugal became lazy and crazy so now we have a country with no production.

A once great country lost his mark

Forced to live under the shadow of his brothers, alone in the dark

I'm from a country of poets and hopeless romantics

What would you expect... Its simple mathematics

I grew up surrounded by all of these dramatics

My weapons are words not semi-automatics

My dream is that one day my words bear fruits

I'm proud of where I come from, I'm proud of my roots

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

Wow this is amazing. I wish it had more reviews because it really deserves it. Truly awesome work! ^-^

[Hilario Alves]

Thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

Roots are the essence of who we are. I'm glad you are proud of your roots and heritage. An excellent write...:)........

[Hilario Alves]

Thank you for taking the time to review another poem :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)......................