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I felt more compelled than anthing else to write this piece.
Cradle me oh Africa, please do - Somalian Baby
Laying on her lap, a pillow of bones
I hear her hearts groans
I can hear the words “I’m sorry” so loud
She says she failed me
She says she tried
She says when I was born, she never thought of the day I would die
All this spoken without a word
How she wishes i was never detached from my umbilical cord,
Wished me to have a blankie as blue as the skies
Now my blankie, the one I have, is made of flies
Cradle me oh Africa as I lay dying
Cradle my mommy as I hear her heart crying.
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