Wake beloved! ‘Tis a new break.
I'm serving again, your chosen taste.
This is a nourishing national cake,
have it hot and all without haste.
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In the news tonight;
Politics has worn a woman's maquillage,
and the blind camera light,
seems to conceal her moral spoilage.
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Now I know my A, B, C
like nursery kids in the school.
I had wanted to be free,
to use A, B, C as a tool.
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'I am that African girl child,
whom you've left in the forests' wild.
While you darling to mourn my death,
as my dreams fade, breath by breath.
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When I'm gone my ghostly way,
do not grieve or grow a grey.
For I must give back to the soil,
that held my feet and tendered my toil.
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What shall be inscribed on your stones,
when you remain a pile of bones?
What shall be said of your past,
when death takes you home at last?
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Do not make your body your best,
for beauty is a beast bereft brains;
Else you'll be a memorial jest-
a mockery monument, dressed for the drains.
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Strolling round the edges of life,
seeing men saddled with strife.
On a hill, sat a winged boy,
and he gave me this piece of joy:
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Withhold not your wits from these sayings;
Rather, marry the virtues that breathe in them.
Let these lots be your cravings,
and of them, be a living emblem.
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"Come and have a nap
on my smooth and polished lap.";
a luscious lass,
call on work men as they pass.
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