Sister...

Dream my beautiful princess
Pick yourself up from the mire
And bring yourself forward
To the front of history
We are no longer Africa
We are no longer slaves
Stuck in the twilight days
Of our bruised egos
And ultra sensitivity
Heal my lovely sister
We share so many strengths
Yet we combine no grievances
And I struggle more today then ever
To call you sister
We are no longer enemies
We are no longer thieves
Fighting your way out to feel
Free sun against your back
So that we all can be
Confident in our tans
And happy in our hues
Love my magnificent queen
Today starts a new day
Of God and man where
You, precious one,
Can call yourself gold
And still be unsatisfied with the comparison
We are no longer heathen
We are no longer mutant
So dream my beautiful princess
Dream harder and louder so that even you
Will be stunned by the brilliance of your voice
And I like mother will stand proud in the distance
More happy with your success than my own.
That’s my beautiful sister.
Yes, That’s my identical one.