Dyana Patel Poems

Someone there to hold me and tell me that its gonna be okay
to catch my tears and patch up my broken heart the right way
someone who will accept me for who I am inside and not jugde
who I am or what I have to hide
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You can hear the beat of the drum, the sound of ubuntu calling your name
you can go anywhere in the world but I guarentee it will never the same
A rainbow nation dancing the beat of a new generation and learning the moves of the youths new celebration
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