We weren’t born with silver spoons

Or silver Jaguars and Channel perfume

We were born where the streelights don’t shine

So we lit the world with firey minds

We dance to the beat of our talking drums

Cornrows and braids jet black in the sun

Or brown like our skin like fresh meatpies

Or beneath the rich earth where our heritage hides

Black girl magic was born in these streets

Girls who’ve seen all there is to be seen

Our money in the bellies of slithering beasts

Our “heroes” mocked and shunned at our feet

Yet our laughter comes with great mirth

As we hold God close to our chests straight from birth

It is the only way to live and thrive

To face nija life and come out alive

When our countrymen signed and stamped our death

A president turned liar instead

Yet, we survived two old men’s cruelty

This is how bleeding leads to beauty

Now one has finally met his demise

A public holiday to celebrate the surprise

All the money he smuggled away in his time

Cannot bribe death again for his life