SoundsOfAfroMagic Feeling like my father at his prime grounded No one else here to bother except the qwerty pad Hard work done smarter a student well taught Lessons some burning fire deep down an afro heart Separated yet together the two of us one guild Feels good to remember doubt and fear cast out Every woman my mother afro children kept in mind Play based education tower humble one of a rare kind Feeling like my father though much he conquered Half his wealth for another without counting any cost.
ContributionsForPoetry Morning roars of victory past phenomena to digital scrolls Raging wars are for the unruly liars who claim to know what life is Talking easily resolves conflict power to all facts amidst opinion Battling barbaric tactics outdated only in gaming worthy for some fun Night scribbling over candle light wishes horses now and then riding Erase awful scenes grateful for sight teachers borne aces making losers win On and on crown me wordsmith tough on the inside soft when talking Go beyond the norm take God with you until that due day of judging Music plays cursing yet a fight enough tensions minimal solutions Using melody soothing bit by bit half the glory double the progress.
BuyMeCoffee Dancers take the floor as eager crowds watch Both teams rock and roll warming up inside the pitch The deejay pauses the song national anthem stage Both do not take long as fans give forth courage Part of that show scribbling it all on a pad Yet a fan down low of whoever does much damage It is a game after all winning or losing entourage Fans roar with every goal moaning opponents disengage This is a better war as opposed to blood spillage Lord first or the now law peace of mind amidst a carnage.
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