Torn

Never have I been so torn

Since a baby I was born



Dual heritage/Mixed race

Choices I have had to face



I believed I was fair and loyal to each equally

Loyal like a lioness regally



No. Absolutely Not

For a long time, my heritage I forgot



Never learnt the language, claimed I never had the time

The blame, is hundred percent mine



Born in Africa, to be precise the horn

Here I am today torn





I'm not going to sugar-coat it. There is a Genocide occurring

Streaming tears, of guilt and frustration are burning



Not just burning my skin, but also my soul

Here is the reason they're outta control



I'm British that's how I'm described

So my closest friends they were surprised





That I tore my life upside down and inside out

I screamed, run to protest, called radio shows, to everyone, I would holla and shout



My people are being killed, the war has started

I said with tears all broken-hearted



What are you talking about, your family are ok

They were talking about them in the U.K



I wasn't as loyal as I thought. I was a fake

I hope to make up for this mistake



Please forgive me. Please don't die

Please together, can we cry

Cry for all the lives lost in Tigray



Please can I see peace, can I help in my own small way

With prayer, and advocacy, and Mekete U.K



A year and a half later. I am not forlorn

My heart, my soul just ripped and torn