Us
Black as coal.
Black as colour.
Black is skin;
but pure is the heart.
That units us as brothers.
On the streets where we lived.
And we worked for our lives;
but we where later agitated.
We the dark people.
Black as coal.
Black as colour.
Joshua madiba
11th-01-2020
10:10pm
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