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Sunday, November 8, 2009

Plight of One

Wake up early morn
Everyday after you're born
To yet another day of toil
On the not so fertile soil
Till a land that's desolate
And get to school late
I am not that African child

Never played with toys
Never had a voice
My folks did their best
And I have to do the rest
Old beyond my years
Hopeful future not so near
I am not that African child

May have been cast a better lot
May have played with you as a tot
The years may have changed my view
But I never forget how you grew
I pray your future is brighter
And you've learned to be a fighter
I am this African child...

I think about that African child


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