• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 09
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you are my sister

We are not blind to your suffering
       Or your beauty

Your silence haunts us
Your strength astounds us

The beat of Mother Africa is
       in your heart
       in your walk
       in the rhythm of your voice

No amount of years or trials
Can erase that you are my sister
Wherever we meet
Whenever we meet
My heart feels yours
And yours feels mine