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« on: November 14, 2003, 03:11:54 AM »

I see her silvery creature brightening my home
As lovely as light as heaven itself
Running with treasures between her hair
I hope and dare to enter there within her castle
Inside this shining creature, known to everyone on earth
She backs darkness to the west swearing alliance to intelligence
Stars scatter her hair, she is soft, bare footed
In her dark house, once more I want to stand
Inside in her lovely streets where my heart is
Where it used to beat so quickly waiting for her hand
My hand she took hold so I can sleep.


We should first show solidarity with each other. We are Africans. We are black. Our first priority is ourselves.
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I am nothing with out my soul

« Reply #1 on: November 17, 2003, 05:38:26 AM »

A very blessed poem, one which to put the soul at peace blessing and keep writing Happy

I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become reality.
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