A Rainy Day In Africa
She cries to tell
her story
Her tears
drops to wash
the blood of her
heroes
She cries to
comfort her
legends of old
She cries to
wash black and
white in the skin
of her people
She weeps in
thunder to tell
her poeple I AM
A PLACE TO BE
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