Berenice Mulubah |
Me pah my own, I’m Grebo
At least, that’s what I have convinced myself
Maybe, because I spent some time in Pleabo
Or, because my mother, herself is Grebo
At least, that’s what I have convinced myself
Maybe, because I spent some time in Pleabo
Or, because my mother, herself is Grebo
Despite what the truth is
deep my heart they are my people
My father may be from Lofa
But, what is Lofa to me?
A place I’ve never been
His people I have never seen
Can’t even speak the dialect
But sure, I enjoy the food
And, that’s how far my love goes
I was born and raised in Harper
That is home for me
My mother and her people are from Harper
They are family to me
So, when I’m asked, “what’s your tribe?”
I just say, “Me pah my own, I’m Grebo.”
Even though, my dad is from Lofa
Harper is home to me
deep my heart they are my people
My father may be from Lofa
But, what is Lofa to me?
A place I’ve never been
His people I have never seen
Can’t even speak the dialect
But sure, I enjoy the food
And, that’s how far my love goes
I was born and raised in Harper
That is home for me
My mother and her people are from Harper
They are family to me
So, when I’m asked, “what’s your tribe?”
I just say, “Me pah my own, I’m Grebo.”
Even though, my dad is from Lofa
Harper is home to me
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