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They said baby come home, Worried and anxious about how you living alone, I said i'd lost patience sick and tired of waiting for your dreams to come along, And so i packed my bags, wrote a note and i was gone! what does it feel like to be me? When you stare at my reflection what'd you see? A smudged painting, ripped canvas that's all i could be An error in your work of art You forgot i chose my life I am glad i let go because now i can breathe They said baby come home, Although It's not the same, people ambushed, still put to shame Killed for sport, life cut short used as the governments pawn, I heard a baby wail, a mother cry gunshots that have left a wound that will take 5 generations to heal, An orphaned child grown but immature to fulfil his fathers will Hate, revenge and melancholy is all the heart can feel Numb to love , peace, joy because he was raised in a warzone Homes become barracks Relatives become comrades Friends become foes Prying over deep rooted pains feeding off people's ignorance so long noone knows But i know, The soil bleeds me, when night time comes i listen to the moon console the land beneath me I transform into a Goddess, strong and ready for battle, The lines on my face and the past i carry is fatal Remember abantu!!! Remember abantu!!! We can no longer fight for what rightfully belongs to us, that time is past Ndezvedu!... To continued. Done by Gabriella Kundiona (Afrikka)
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May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
Message in a bottle ( Lost at Sea) Part 1
They said baby come home, Worried and anxious about how you living alone, I said i'd lost patience sick and tired of waiting for your dreams to come along, And so i packed my bags, wrote a note and i was gone! what does it feel like to be me? When you stare at my reflection what'd you see? A smudged painting, ripped canvas that's all i could be An error in your work of art You forgot i chose my life I am glad i let go because now i can breathe They said baby come home, Although It's not the same, people ambushed, still put to shame Killed for sport, life cut short used as the governments pawn, I heard a baby wail, a mother cry gunshots that have left a wound that will take 5 generations to heal, An orphaned child grown but immature to fulfil his fathers will Hate, revenge and melancholy is all the heart can feel Numb to love , peace, joy because he was raised in a warzone Homes become barracks Relatives become comrades Friends become foes Prying over deep rooted pains feeding off people's ignorance so long noone knows But i know, The soil bleeds me, when night time comes i listen to the moon console the land beneath me I transform into a Goddess, strong and ready for battle, The lines on my face and the past i carry is fatal Remember abantu!!! Remember abantu!!! We can no longer fight for what rightfully belongs to us, that time is past Ndezvedu!... To continued. Done by Gabriella Kundiona (Afrikka)
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Afrikka
23/F/Malaysia
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
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