Shoulders heavy with the weight of history
Skin tone painted with the colour of assumption
presumptious mentality founded by ignorance
everyday a reccurance of deterrence
Yet those feet keep moving forward
those shoes keep on clicking
Brother my brother cloth in hardship
achored only in faith
and the hope that the sun will rise again
while other looked away , you looked on
while they heard you listened
to the dreams behind little voices
and decided to decide to never give up
Brother my brother who uses the stars to tell time
before dawn those feet are moving
following the path of fresh grain
You will never be known to the world
yet you sacrifice eachday , pave ways
cleans streets,build bridges and roads for cars you will never own
yet you know your own
you take care of your own
you dont have a degree yet you graduated with honours in the university of life
for today this little voice has grown in to a young african queen
who knows this " I am because you were"
brother my brother
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