It is not like desperacy or sycophancy
At least it is genuine, honest
Unrequited love
Further in list
It is gratifying at a later
Stage to know that as a human
Being you loved and
In loving exploration of self faithfulness
And truthfulness is
Encountered
There more these traits of a black woman
Reflected as integrity destruction
Will pass from generation to generation
And if only the dedication
Of fellow humans to frankly
Fathom this particular propaganda
A mutual acquaintance will proceed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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