Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa Poet Rhyme

African: Pure Gold

I have the right to misquote 
Yet I cite reasons to vote

I have been lied to 
Trench got courage to still pursue

I am an African boy
Colonial empire take me a toy
That have no right to be annoy 
Yet in me resides joy

I am an African guy
Whose leaders bely 
Enough to separate or rely
But will never say goodbye 

It is my father land
In which I made myself a brand
That can not by language disband
No storm can still its sand

I love Africa
Huge envy cum America
I love mama
One I will never sub for grammar 

I like Oranges
For dice, it abridges 
While collecting apple
Nothing worth my people

I love the herbs
To never perturbs 
Alternating health issues 
The best we choose 

African; pure amigo
Imperial colonial masters' influence I outgrow

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