The word almost, was one I heard quite often. Almost bought you lunch, almost bought you flowers, I almost would have called, almost would have given you all my hours, Almost…
The streets are desolate, the city has lost its voice Thatches that once mount the hut now tramples the floor The chirping and howling of birds fade with time Only ruins lies…
On African soil, we danced and played Our skin smeared with mud from the earth Laughter filled the empty space A memory that runs in our veins In pain and strive, our ancestors…
Dressed in adore of beauty Mascara and pedicure treated on the soft skin Veiled on the outside with covering of deceit But on the inside is a beast on roam While the world see…
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