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Nov 2015
Once upon a time, I ask my mother;
Mama, why are the Black People
so different, and why are there
so many different shades of color
in our people

Mama replied;
Boy, do you know,
there is a place,
East of Eden
where Black Folks
are a Rainbow Race

Then a smile glowed
as bright as the mourning sun
across my brown chocolate face
Written by
Stu Harley
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   karen dannette
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