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I AM BLACK MARIO BALOTELI

I  black like my mother cooking pot,
Beautiful  like her tender heart.

Am the same like you, 
No difference between us, lovers of animals,
Smarter than monkey lover of banana
Don’t judge me by  color for you broke my heart
Who buy my thought?

My covering is dispersed my heart is broken
Very hand knowth upon it own bitterness,
My bitterness is you, for you judge me
My color is not upon darkness or cargos of chaos
I am beautiful and handsome.

Oh! how beautiful my skin shine brighter than
The morning sun reflection of beauty
For the sun design my beauty from my mother
Womb.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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