I am a young African hoping to change the white man's grave narrative for good.
In the forest,
There are secrets waiting to be cut down.
Secrets that will gasp man once and all over again.
On the street,
There is a district,
Where whores lie
And men go there once and all over again.
Can you bear to see the naked truth?
There is a book.
The illiterate has read
And the blind seen
And it is torn once and all over again.
But there is a truth.
No man has said.
It is right in plain sight.
But not even once has it been uttered.
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