Because my heritage makes me inherently strong,
Totally unstoppable, like the mighty river that runs into the sea,
I can feel the awesome glory of Garafuna flowing within me.
So I stand independent of thought, keeping full ownership of my mind.
Never forgetting pass glories, our heroes and the banishment of time.
The spirits of warriors passed, a people courageous and strong,
The spirit of a nation, oppressed for far too long.
They stripped us of our homeland, tried to tear us apart,
They couldn’t rip the love I had for Yurumein from my heart.
We still tell the stories of the people over the seas,
There lives a remnants of our people where Garifunas are free.
So defiant I stand, when my people’s plight I remember,
Unapologetic I proclaim; I am Garifuna!
There is a portrait of genocide still fresh in my mind,
Why haven't my wounds healed with the passage of time?
A true Garifuna will never be a slaves,
So give Garifunas liberty or give us the grave!
Not freedom as you wish but the freedom that we know,
Where our culture will evolve and the people will grow.
You can't have our dignity, our culture and you can’t have our land,
Unafraid to do battle so defiant we stand.
Your swords weren't sharp enough, your muskets weren’t strong enough,
Starvation couldn't destroy us and banishment couldn't stop us from rising
Glorious, even when we did not win we reigned victorious.
And though our blood, the soil of Yurumein has stained,
The spirit of Garifuna undoubtedly remains.
Defiant I stand, in the shadows of my father,
Unapologetic I proclaim; I am Garifuna.
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