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This Is My Story
This is my story for the world’s eye
I was made black from head to toe,
My imperfections are made for me.
Joy will be there to make me cry.
I molded wings so that I could fly,
I found right words to make me glow.
My dad taught me to be a good bee,
Mum said, do good before you die.
I constructed homes that took me high,
Some were on pages like Rondeau,
When cold found my bones, I took tea.
When lies found my tongue, I was sly.
This is my story for the World’s eye
I was made black from head to toe,
My imperfections are made for me.
Joy will be there to make me cry.
Ruddapoet Rudolph
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