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I Pray

I pray that one day you may look at me and see me, not the colour of my skin or my ancestors' sin... I pray to see the day when we finally realise that we are spirits with bodies and not bodies with spirits...I pray that people may come to see that not all Blacks… Continue reading I Pray

Poetry

He hit me…

He hit me again...He claims to love me but never seems to show it. His words have no depth or meaning but i keep returning to his arms. I don't know what love is, I have never known a man that said it and showed it. I grew up without my dad, but I know… Continue reading He hit me…