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A Sister From Many Lands(My Sincere Apology)
When I first met you I was elated Filled with much awe I dreamed of the presently elapsed years Of great happiness and rich excitement I watched the birds as they flew past And squeaked My naked eyes were fixated On their sudden movement and their return Never did I strew my thoughts on the land Upon which I stood The charms I could trace on your face The broad smiles you gave Lowered the thick tall, solid brick walls Of my heart My passions lighted My yearnings glittered And the taste of purely refined soft-drinks I sipped through my throat Simmered down every feeling of doubt I contained for you. Scarcely did I consciously brood That some day I would struggle For relief and solitude From a white woman’s domineering rule I grew up fast to think she was white I disdained and disliked her I pressed hard at her Till she felt an austere uneasiness I fought with her And sought for what I called liberty From her presence She sobbed, wobbled and left my coast With spasms of sorrow surging In her youthful bosom And bled from pains for untold days
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