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Eric Zivanai Poem
Maybe not today or tomorrow, but one day!
The rain will wash my melanin away, black Monday
All we inherit is mortgages & curses
Cheap labor has become my purpose
Not today, because I woke up feeling rather hopeless
Does the lord care,my prayers seem so worthless
Life in the village , life in the wilderness
Not the same words some say, but today
has been an awful black Monday!
Copyright © Eric Zivanai | Year Posted 2022
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Eric Zivanai Poem
Color my history book
Manipulate the mothers and destroy the youth
They disguise truth because of the way I look
The way my people look, the way my continent looks
Army suits and black boots march towards my village destroying our fruits
Now we starve naked but that’s that
Exploit our fruits, what’s that?
It’s tough growing up black because in Africa poverty walks
The worlds greatest HOAX
Copyright © Eric Zivanai | Year Posted 2022
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