Para mi Pueblo

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we starting to catch feelings,
like our fathers didn’t teach
the truth behind stealin’ things

that weren’t ours,
and burdens with
other people’s labels on ‘em.

 

So we crying every night,
over pain that isn’t ours, and
burdens that ain’t got our
names sewn in them

Crying every night,
because someone lied,
and gave us too much
hope

~ Deborah Frempong

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