The Proud One
The Proud Ones At the crossroads where our fathers danced, I see them now, the proud ones strutting like peacocks in borrowed feathers, while our ancestors’ bones lie washing…
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The Proud Ones At the crossroads where our fathers danced, I see them now, the proud ones strutting like peacocks in borrowed feathers, while our ancestors’ bones lie washing…
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