Black man
Born by a dark woman.
Raised by a dark woman.
Black man hurstle in a dark world.
My truth being taken as false.
Greedy man put me in the juve.
Because i stand for the truth.
Hard work but the fruit of labour is small.
Am a black man.
Born by a dark woman.
from the Quest of ingite by joshua madiba
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