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I do not owe my family a thing / For they’ve raised me with affronts / And frowns / When I remember their soft / sweet jargon that impaired my soul / rain drops within my face. / / hated and banished as an outcast / In that midnight winter with wavering / And shivering of my body pleading for / For mercy read more »
Mountain of love Day in day out / you vigorously induce me into my knees / before I ascend the highest thrown of love, / trusted and betrayed by those who I adored / the most. / You coerced me to feed into the ground like / a bull, but all I wanted was the floating rivers / of love; oh no! mountain of love read more »
Yes, I am not rich but / I’m living a dream, a dream / Of my forefathers, a dream / Of an African child. / / I am the tree that grows / From the roots of my ancestors, / The roots of my ancestors were / Watered by the bloodshed / Many years ago. / / A dream that is achieved out / Of hatreds and slavery, a sign in to read more »
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