Chained at the back by vows of freedom, only now I feel the pain looking in the eyes of a born free. I planted a seed beneath a concrete thou it may witness the parting of me -Madiba. I tried sharing a tear, but I only feel what I've been taught, your story is been shared with looks of sorrow by those who knew. I am a born free, free to care less of the bruises within your guts, free to look at you and still keep my chin within its position. Madiba, I am a born free, free to portray the look of disguise towards one of the same color. I note how the face of grandfather beams as he rubs his crunching hands in the hymn of shosholoza song, but I am a born free to curse upon border line. Beyond that I am black to portray enormous color of a flower groomed beneath the concrete of apartheid. I can never be born free to not define freedom for I am free as colours within a rainbow nation.
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