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Of all my challenges that I've faced,
The paths keep growing narrower.
I must stand up and face the world,
Only they won’t give me a chance.
How do I struggle?
I sweat, I cry, I bleed, I remember.
The history that I never confronted,
My ancestors, my heritage, I read I’m told and taught.
I wasn’t there I’ll never be there.
The injustice, the suffering the torture, I rise above that.
The world’s is the same, different, but the same.
Marginalization, stigma and discrimination: big fancy truths.
I dislike the pretence of unity, the forced smiles
Why can’t they be as they truly are?
Let’s not lie to ourselves we can’t all be heroes
But with a little positive influence we can take that step.
On the other side the paths are wider: the grass is greener
Sound familiar?
It’s still the world we live in.
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Sandra Musonda
I write from emotional experiences. I write with inspiration from things i've read, seen or heard. I aim to become an established writer and I want to one day see my name on a hard cover novel. Please comment on my work so I know what areas to work on.
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Reality Salisu Suleiman | Dec 2nd, 2004
These words have a beacon on contemporary African reality and touch on some issues that we can not run away from...it echoes from the heart of African youth.
Splendid Tom Mhando | Jan 8th, 2005
These words are touchy and very sensational
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