The African Song
Africa is my name,
America is my friend.
Britain wroth my fame,
Indian talked of my trends.
Thank you!
To who disflowered me,
At least i'm exposed
And none of you can
No longer spoon feed me.
Now!; I'm independent
I refuse to be transparent.
c.2017
Copyright © Adeyemi Joshua | Year Posted 2017
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