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It's my life and how I survived



I was born in a city

Where there is no love, no unity

I was born in a country

Where disease and hunger bites as if a mosquito was sucking your

Blood

I was born in a world

Where my colour means segregation

I was born in a land

Where hardship lies

Where power means corruption

Where killing means surviving

I was born in a home

Where one bed means five people

Where one slice of bread means five bellies

I was born in a universe where surviving means giving up your life

For the next generation to be free.

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