By Chido Nyandoro, Zimbabwe They may cut me, defile me, Mock me, shoot me, Rape me, starve me, Throw me in a cage, in the gutter, in a grave, For simply one thing, the colour of my skin; Yes they have tried, To dishonour me…to kill me But still, here I stand, Tall; Strong, Still able to bear fruit; to […]
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