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With a smoke pipe in my hands,
I lay on a seat of palm.
With thoughts of our land,
I frail.
The words of Nnamdi Azikiwe,
Navigate within the boundaries of my young mind.
I’m tired of these white boys
Saying I'm not “black enough”
I “act white” and “talk white”
So I don’t match their model
