Every day I face the suffering of Africans
I wake up to see the beauty of the valleys,
I don't smell coffee but breeze from the Nile River,
I touch wild animals and spend time with them fearlessly,
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Allow me this words Yet if heaven was so near I would enter there and never turn back to earth We feed our appetite with faith and pray for peace yet it never comes cry child you were born free but Just free to die Underestimated I call my mother and father and ask why? the answer is all shall be well my child... but until when? The Undertaker is on its way I'm a child of a black soil. Thanks for sharing i Enjoyed your piece keep writing sister. Inspired Me
A very touching poem#I am A Child of the Black soil