Ivvy Isabella Anito Poems

Take me to Africa
the home of my birth
the mound of dark civilization
I long to suckle her breast whose milk
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HOPE
The day will come
When men become gods
When peasants become regal
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On a Moon lit night
We tangoed at neon music
We sang to the starry beats
We whispered like Whisperers
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Roses are Red
Beautiful, Comely
Lovely to behold
With a tinge of Love
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The bag of coins
The chest of shells
The trunk of jewels
She is Gold
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Someday we will tell
Our Stories
Of lone journeys
Of Betrayals
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