Born where the baobabs sigh,
dust in my teeth, stars in my eyes,
mama hummed hope when the lights died—
her lullaby stitched up the night.
We chased tin-can dreams through broken streets,
laughing so loud the sky tapped our feet.
Now every heartbeat is a drum in flight,
painting the dark with a banner of light.
When my voice cracks, let the children sing—
we plant our flag in the wind of everything.