First, you must be yourself
Entirely yourself
You must be more real to you
Than the world
You must know what you are
Feel it
Like drums
Like water falling
You are of a people
This it why
The waters part for you
Because you have many mothers
And will not disgrace her
Because you are of a proud people
Of good stock
Even if you have forgotten
Through all the years enslaved
Your bones know it
It is this, that binds you to this world
Fierce love