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MEN OF BLACK SOIL

Tough in resolve
Skin that radiates life
Muscles that call for glory of birth
Born protectors
Strength fit for trained kings

II
Men of black soil
They never coil
And if they boil
They really toil
For they know the soil

III
From Ghana
To Nigeria
The Gambias
To Kenya
Any blackness with muscles
Is a goldmine of happiness
Black is sweetness parceled
Strength needed for cuddling
And brightness in originality
Few bad nuts roam
But cannot taint the face of reality
My black man, my sunshine
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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