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Wednesday, September 23, 2009

First People

Rating: 5.0
I came from Egypt. Born of dusk and sand.

I succeeded on the thought, of knowing i can.

The chains have rusted and our minds have grown. This i know. So i am proud of my race, who because of their skin was put so low.

But we succeeded and rose above the stereotype. We was the first and last who gave this world color. Only white? Not now, thanks to our mother.

We had our astronomers who gazed at the stars. The north one which led us to where we are.

The king, our kings. Loved the queens of the nation and protected them with a iron fist, not with a long thin whip.

If we can fight, not in a war but in a battle of minds. Our people will grow stronger and forever be remember in time.
tyrone allen
Topic(s) of this poem: black african american,countryside
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COMMENTS
Marieta Maglas 02 October 2009
wonderful prosaic poem, very well written......10+++
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