I wrote this in a full mind of love and heartbreak. I need a little
help in wording of construction. Though we are not on good terms, I
still see her every now and then being beautiful and smiling and that
makes me fall even deeper if it’s possible.
Category: poetry reading
MAN OF COLOUR, Poetry by Pam Choji Samuel
A generation that grew to see,
The battle handed them,
Atrocities the metropoles did,
Submerged in their existence,
Their dreams sold as they were “discovered”,
Self-doubt staining their minds,
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