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after having waited for the reciprocation, today it all ended.
In a blink of an eye, at the end of the call, was a disheartening cold, today..it all ended.

so, you trying to tell me that all it ever took was a weekend's impulsive reaction? a lack of account on your own actions?

I thought what we had going on was so strong, the bond was so strong, boy was i so wrong.
it was just a weak reaction, no more ******* therefore rejection.

I have waited for so long to hear those words spill out..... out of your mouth, like a glass of red wine that fell to the ground and stained the carpet, today you utter them with so much disdain, I hope the stain wont remain.

I have always wanted to undress you, to stare into your eyes and see a myriad of emotions, but as I continued to stare so were your words like daggers that pierced my eyes and so I close them, in an attempt to cure the pain. enduring momentary relief.

I wish i could tell you, that i cry blood, but i don't. I really wish i could tell you that i cry blood, but i don't.
So i carry my weight and heard for the door today i wait no more.
Sweet tantalizing taste that teased my taste buds....so wer your words. Like honey dripping from a lover's back with eyes so innocent yet so cold.

Timid yet willing, broken but hopeful. For a minute i believed in forever ,lost in a galaxy of your lies. from gazing in your eyes. From this misery I will rise.

Never knowing that this could ever be,  it is so heavily laid upon me
Speak African child, speak. for you poses a  mouth that heals nations. It is in thine voice in the vibrations of thy mouth that remedies are provided to our ailments.

speak African child, speak. speak against the calamities that befall your land. speak against that hand that he dare raises against your bare skin. speak against the blood of your brothers spilled to please others.

Speak for  Africa that is one and united, Africa that does not know of any racial divides. Africa that knows no skin colour. speak African child speak. for you are the voice of liberation. speak  for your voice are the echoes of our ancestors.

child labour, human trafficking, child *******, school violence, femicides, suicides. and you say you see this not.  African child where is your voice in all of this. doesn't that skin, that accent and ***** hair mark you as of African descent.

Speak African child speak for you bare the answers to our questions, you bare the sole of our history.

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