wordings of the soul

An African Youth By Agatha Johnson

POSTED 9/22/2017 14:15
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As a mahogany
She stands in the meadow
So great but young
Never losing her youthful grace

I met her on the way
Looking so simple, happy and innocent
That it's roots are so deep
And strong in the land of her fathers

It's skin not so dark
As it's origin
But fresh and gleamy
Not missing the ebony

Behind it's bark
Lovely and shiny,
It sheds a lonely tear As no one understands; it's beauty
Simply Complicated

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