Gloria Seseng

Rookie (1977 November 18 / NW South Africa)

My People - Poem by Gloria Seseng

Each life, lays a hand on existence,
with a gift to inspires other-

In a very special way!
We have dedicated ourselves to this world

From a taste of poor resonance
Our eyes heard a stream of tears

My people were damaged!
But, my people also managed to put-up right

If it wasn’t for my people
There wouldn’t have been any significance

In our secret bond
It became clear on what my people can do!

My people can teach
My people can spackle
My people can make you bright

My people are cheerful
My people are beautiful
My people can spare you self satisfaction

My people knows your’ sad
My people knows your’ weak
My people knows how you hold your treasure

My people keeps’ you alive
My people keeps’ you strong
My people can keep you, lingering on the flow!

My people make your dreams
My people wave your path
My people can make you intellectual and wiser!

My people...My people...My people!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 23, 2010



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