Cradle me oh Africa please do

I felt more compelled than anthing else to write this piece. 

 Cradle me oh Africa, please do - Somalian Baby

 

Laying on her lap, a pillow of bones

I hear her hearts groans

I can hear the words “I’m sorry” so loud

 

She says she failed me

She says she tried

She says when I was born, she never thought of the day I would die

 

All this spoken without a word

How she wishes i was never detached from my umbilical cord,

Wished me to have a blankie as blue as the skies

Now my blankie, the one I have, is made of flies

 

Cradle me oh Africa as I lay dying

Cradle my mommy as I hear her heart crying.

 

Somalian Baby

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