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What was meant for all
They took to themselves
What our motherland gave us
The willed to their generations
Kept us starving
Kept us in perpetual darkness
And smiled in their mischief
Told us stories
Fell on the floor like we did
Just to make us feel 
we all danced the same tune

Where are their wards
Where are their children
They have gathered us 
in our hungry state
Told us the misery 
and blame tales 
we have always heard
Handed us peanuts 
tied in their branded bags
So we ate desperately 
and danced away our conscience

Where are their wards
Where are their children
Their arrant confidence 
told them we will come again
The hunger they put us in 
brought us again
The promises they made 
they claim they have not forgotten
They have promised again

They have given us the weapon 
of our words against realities
They have given us weapons 
to divide and destroy ourselves
Weapons to destroy their enemies
They have given us stuffs
Hardened us against pain
And pushed us to do their dirty deals

Their wards have sailed away
From the 'dirtiness' of the business
They have fanned the flames of war
And sent their children away for safe keep
And put us on the front line as their bulletproofs

How long shall we continue in this circle
Waiting for their unfulfilled promises
Destroying ourselves
Impoverishing ourselves
Selling our mandate for meals
Selling our future for peanuts

How wise are we now
Are we really ready for a change
Are we ready to get it right
We will make a difference
When we are ready
No better time to be ready than now
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I struggled for too long Being who I wasn’t Fitting  my circle into other people's 
perfect squares -- into all their
expectations for me Their perception was all that mattered What they will see and say Their standard for success and achievement
I showed up acting who I wasn’t Like a dancing monkey under obligations to perform magic To gain their recognition and affirmations for being who I wasn’t Against being Me
I broke the chains and gained freedom the day I stopped looking at myself through other people’s lenses because I discovered people wore lenses tinted and shaded to suit them not Me
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Housed in a container Moved in it Identified by its aesthetics But sometimes lost in it Who exactly am I the container or the content
Sometimes I try so hard to figure exactly what it is about this combo Sometimes complicating other times compelling sometimes conflicting other times cooperating
Influenced by the countless conversations with  the inner and the  outer the seen and the unseen the known and the unknown Then I discover It goes beyond this container there is something about content
As adorned as this container maybe embellished with so much beauty the content remains the substance that give it credibility Beyond the container that interacts is the content that keeps the flow is the content that leaves  memorable impacts
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