June 21, 2019/
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I’m the black child that is now Rising The young plant that was harshly uprooted Very tender from its abode – the equatorial forest I’m the young calf snatched from the savanna herd The cockerel taken at its prime from the woodland roost The black eagle short down from the air of the Kalahari forest I’m the one made to sing in joy my soreness Forced to walk even when my little…
