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2014-06-28T11:40:11+08:00
I am an African child,
Born with a skin the colour of chocolate.
Bright, brilliant and articulate
Strong and bold; I’m gifted.
Talented enough to be the best!
I am an African child!
Often the target of pity,
My future is not confined to charity,
Give me the gift of a lifetime;
Give me a dream, a door of opportunity;
I will thrive
I am an African child!
Do not hide my fault,
show me my wrong.
I am like any other;
Teach me to dream,
And I will become,
I am an African child!
I am the son, daughter of the soil,
Rich in texture and content,
Full of potential for a better tomorrow,
Teach me discipline, teach me character, teach me hard work
Teach me to think like the star within me.
I am an African child!
I can be extra-ordinary,
call me William Kamkwamba the Inventor;
Give me a library with books
Give me a scrap yard and discarded electronics
Give me a broken bicycle;
Plus the freedom to be me
And I will build you a wind mill
I am an African child!
We are the new generation,
Not afraid to be us
Uniquely gifted, black and talented,
Shining like the stars we are
We are the children of Africa!
Making the best of us!
Yes! I am an African child!
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2014-06-28T11:47:46+08:00
Here is the poem 
i am an african child

I am an African child
Born with a skin the colour of chocolate
Bright, brilliant and articulate
Strong and bold; I’m gifted
Talented enough to be the best
I am an African child
Often the target of pity
My future is not confined to charity
Give me the gift of a lifetime;
Give me a dream, a door of opportunity;
I will thrive
I am an African child
Do not hide my fault
show me my wrong
I am like any other;
Teach me to dream
And I will become
I am an African child
I am the son, daughter of the soil
Rich in texture and content
Full of potential for a better tomorrow
Teach me discipline, teach me character, teach me hard work
Teach me to think like the star within me
I am an African child
I can be extra-ordinary
call me William Kamkwamba the Inventor;
Give me a library with books
Give me a scrap yard and discarded electronics
Give me a broken bicycle;
Plus the freedom to be me
And I will build you a wind mill
I am an African child
We are the new generation
Not afraid to be us
Uniquely gifted, black and talented
Shining like the stars we are
We are the children of Africa
Making the best of us
Yes! I am an African child

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