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It smells like..Fried chicken baked in bacon greaseLike collard greens Like stringbings Like baked beans with beef filled with heart diseaseLike pig intestinesThat all but one eats 
I am black.  Not only am I black but I am confident I'm confident with the color of my skin Not only am I black but I am proud  I'm proud of my Nigerian roots Not only am I black but I'm faithful
My culture is influential, I stress the second, Because the media flies’ habit to popularize my Culture makes me question the impact of my Reflection.  
Peace of Mind is Sunday morning neo-soul. Brown skin; Limbs and lips Puckering to sing.  The smell of a mother's love Caressing everybody. As a breeze flows through the open window
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