The land of my forefathers
Victim of imperialism, colonialism
Wars and all social ills alike
Perpetuated by western forces
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There they are
Roped in black gowns and beeps
Worshiping, honouring and praying
To a judge they bow
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Before 1652, you had human, your children by descend
Until settlers by origin chained and killed them
Leaving you helpless to satisfy their lust
With the wealth between your legs
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She is the breeze in the morning
The sun rays at dawn
The sun warmth at day
And the starlight at night
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Freedom never comes
To those basking in the sun
Nor to those in the fields
Playing, but for fun
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You, with big butt and small waist
Those goodies wrapped in unequalled curves
Fat lips that produce a mouth watering kiss
With that black face and woolly hair
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You hooked my eyes
And intoxicated my mind
Dried my lips off words
Like a caged bird
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I long for that kiss
The one that cramps feet
And explode emotions
To the resounding lips
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My love for you precedes;
The now wrinkling hands that where once smooth,
The cocky voice that was once sooth,
The flaccid breast that where once firm,
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