I could tell you about Amhrán na bhFiann And Lumbanyeni Zambia I could show you the spirit of Lucan, Limerick, and Lusaka I could translate all of my Lenje stories So that we could sing them as Gaeilge I could be bacon and cabbage in Mufulira Or ... in Swords, cooking nshima So where are you from, originally?
Because we are not the dead branch of a diasporan tree Yes, we bear different fruit from our family tree We offer different produce to the family feast But there is no hiding these proofs There are no lies in these roots We are unashamed of our heritage We have nothing to prove And sometimes there’s a pain in these roots That our being is anchored to
But you will see beauty when this forest grows You will see us for what we are We are the same stem, with different leaves The same love, with different means The same heart, with different dreams The same journey, just with different wings So where are you from? Where are you from, originally?
