African Child

Proud to be young and black
Recognizing I am a niddle in a heist stack
A talent generations lack
Embrace me now if I die
I am never coming back
One man show I dont belief in a pack
End of the day that wall
Will always have a crack
Believe in yourself
And don’t go off track
Although life can sometimes
Be a sour snack
It shouldn’t let you slack

Leo Mbalamana
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