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slaves.
Stolen crown , stolen secrets.
Lots of traditions but I cannot see it.
A million apologies ,a million open tombs.
Vacant spaces of a black mothers womb.
Each person traded, like animals at a zoo.
Sometime ,time doesn't heal open wombs,
slavery is just like that ,but with invisible roots
my ancestors may have felt the pain, but I bere the scars of their remains.
© spechless
Lots of traditions but I cannot see it.
A million apologies ,a million open tombs.
Vacant spaces of a black mothers womb.
Each person traded, like animals at a zoo.
Sometime ,time doesn't heal open wombs,
slavery is just like that ,but with invisible roots
my ancestors may have felt the pain, but I bere the scars of their remains.
© spechless
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