Born at Night: A Dedication to Africa My Motherland

In collaboration with The Miami Lighthouse for the Blind Music Program

By: A’layah P. Miami, FL 🇺🇲

When the crow flies at midnight you

can hear the wolf’s cry in the wind.

The moon shines down to guide me, I reminisce

When the night air flows by, I can feel the hairs stand up on my skin.

Cold the night is but my soul is on fire

So I know I was born at night.