PROCARE Adoptions

A blog about adoption experiences

My African Child – by Heidi Barnes

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My African Child

Born of this red earth

Washed clean by the rain

Did you feel the rage of patriarchy?

Or the claw of hunger, in your mother’s belly?

Did you feel the winds of poverty

Blowing hot, relentless

Tearing at the heart like an empty corn husk

And when you took your first breath

Did the fire of this beautiful land fill your lungs?

Will you lose yourself to the rhythm of the African drum-beat

Pounding in your veins

Will you laugh loudly?

And love fiercely?

Do you know how much love awaits you?

Like a land of endless space

Oh my beautiful African child

Where have you come from?

And what will you become?

By Heidi Barnes


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