Africans, a rare gem

Great post. Stand tall King, what I always tell my son.

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In the 60’s

When our strength and muscles

When our time and energy

Were used to yield

Thank God it ended in the 80’s
Oh! i could feel the aches in my bones

The bruises and wounds

The piercings that hurt my spick-and-spin flesh

The lock in our mouth that says “no food for us”
Oh! I remember the whips

The scars that remain

The handful meal they fed us with

The cage that was our home
Our life time

Our potency

Our horsepower

To yield satisfactory coinage

To effectuate creation

To innovate the world
Despite the degradation

Our prowess

Our finesse

Made the world

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