I Am a Black Child
By Parizo Van Thulare
I am a black child
I'm not ashamed of the things I do
I eat porridge when I wake up
I know nothing about beacons
They muss with my stomach
They once veered me into a clown
I rather cling to brown maize and eggs
They have created a brave man I am
I know nothing about first class life
I know everything about rolling a dice
A nice life allures too many worries
Life with a dice creates strategies
I will never conceal because I am black
I will always thrive till this life ends
Copyright © Paris Thulare | Year Posted 2018
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