Poems from Steffonic
We give them life
Plan their destiny
Wipe their noses
Dry their tears
Only to question their integrity
Worrying about their future...
One drop
Of blood, of love, of hate –
Turns the soil of life.
One drop
Of sweat, of tears, one drop too late –
Grows the roots of...
Give me life
Or give me death
Either one would compensate
You beat my back
And break my skin
Neither one satisfies Master Tate
Take my...
Though you ache
With sorrow of heart
You have been appointed
To exalt God
With the essence of a jaybird
You have clarity of vision and...
Unloyal, foolish, selfish.
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