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Aug 7
In my ancient history,
A mother stands over her daughter
Twisting her hair into Bantu knots.

The young men gather,
Who built the Great Enclosure
With the strength of mighty warriors.

I am 'umuntu,' a person, I embrace
The ancient beauty in their face,
Their shape, the color of race,

My ancient heritage.
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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     izzn and Jeremy Betts
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