Edward Kofi Louis
Rawlings - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
No matter the bullet pains in me, i will survive;
No matter the hatred around me, i will survive;
So give my letter to Mrs. Robinson because,
I love her daughter!
And my name is Rawlings.
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