Africa: Can you tell me why Africa is Crying, lost, homeless ? Can you tell my why Africa can’t give birth anymore Why bullets go off in her stomach like birth pains Can you tell me why Africa is a place? I can’t see myself going cause I been To condition to living here So many pictures on the black top of Black face I am lost in the maze of confusion Can you tell me why I am living and She is dying, why our children fight in The street with machetes, and Riffle Steven’s kingdom has come, sounds of Riffle and drums….those are the only Words I remember Tell me when will you hear from my People, tell me when you will hear From the road Holding On to an ear drop of sun in the mouth Of the night….like sweet melodies I plagiarize myself with Sara’s words Can you tell me when Africa will come home….. When can I send her in to the distant land To reclaim the life that was raped from her? I see her crying for the lion of Judah To save her from the temptations of self Destruction and I can’t do anything about it. I need help and there is no more tomorrow. Please tell me when, we will stop flatten our Hair and un-conditioning ourselves in the way Of so called purity to look like something other than us Queen’s make-up used to cover scares of brutality All I want is a simple littler girl’s answer When will Africa come home?