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Where I Come From

Where I Come From Where I come from; Hills roll like giants walking misty, like they are smoking Baobab tree is up-side-down its twigs zany like of a clown. Where I come from; Fathers become fathers when it is time to be fathers Mothers remain true mothers falling not in love with brothers. Where I come from; Children remain lovely children until they are mature in the ken- As kids sleep with mothers they don't bed own mothers! Where I come from; Rivers still flow full spat Nature fawns on hearts like a cat. We owe it to the woods and hills not choking civilisation bills. Where I come from; We are a progeny of warriors that break adversity barriers With a sordid velvet punch from a sombre Olive Branch! Where I come from: Women are genuine women and, adults don't play children When dazed with beauty They take full responsibility. Where I come from; We walk or crawl bare feet in order to skulk so discreet And ignite the heart beat in Soil to vibrate with Love's toil. Where I come from; We sleep on the bare floor where there is no locked door to fawn on Nature's heart beat or mother Nature's thigh heat. Where I come from; We dance when we are happy, we sing when we are angry We cry when in rupture or under ecstasy's capture! Where I come from; We are a people who dream dreams like an endless stream A dream of love and beauty dream of cornucopia in Eternity. Where I come from; People are cool and quiet and true, they are quite right! If you force them to talk They will force you to walk! Where I come from; Girls shun bras that are tight breasts may pierce them alright! Men don't impede organ elongation by underwear strangulation! This is where I com from! 27th Sept' 2013

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