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From the place of South Asia, / Where the sun sets and rises. / Where the women wear elegantly / Saris, bangles, salwar kameezes / With vib
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My Lady,you dropped your parasol. Let me help you.
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Mama T sat at the kitchen table with a circle of dough spread out in front of her. A headband pushed back her dark locks, ke
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Caught in the throws of literature and lipstick.
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Just like the title it is about intolerance.
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We sprang from the legs of Kush, were nursed by the Taghaza folk,
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O' Afrika, I have sinned. My ebony sister, I have ne'er,
by St.Pandemonium
35 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 24 9:45 AM 2007. In Personal, Culture, Society, Thoughts, Nature, African-American, Negro, Historic, Hope
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Mystic air is stirred Mystic air kept up for centuries
by Artemis Gem
14 lines, 3 comments,
on Jan 14 1:11 PM 2007. In India, Culture, Other, Interesting, So Read, NOW, lol, jk, Music, justme, musing
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Snap little tails Rainbow reds and yellows
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Marilyn Monroe died blonde
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I will I would reveal all that did make the veil asunder
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What horror they saw, Madonna and child Stood at the end of San Sisto's long aisle
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Whisper in the ears of my daughters, about how to walk
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So what's it like, Not being able to hear?
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Among the crazy jesters and gargling faces of stone.
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Each letter a lie, each word a knife.
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All the crowns and trophies, There nothing but dust.
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May the light never fade, when you are alone. May the angels always watch, with one eye.
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Eire is the place for me.
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