Africa, my Africa

The very first poem I ever read on stage Africa, my Africa Africa of proud warriors in ancestral Savannahs Africa of whom my grandmother sings On the banks of the distant river I have never known you But your blood flows in my veins Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields The blood of your sweat The sweat of your work The work of your slavery Africa, tell me Africa Is this you, this back that is bent This back that breaks Under the...

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Happy Birthday to me!!!

It's my day people..... you guys can make my day by Just droping your wishes on the Comment B...

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