Gloria Seseng (1977 November 18 / NW South Africa)
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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