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Let's hide

Hold my hands let's take a trip,
A trip far away we can maybe chill.
You see,
My stories have been my pain,
My pain has been my lessons,
Lessons that I surely haven't learnt,
And pain unforgotten.
I hide in this place called a smile,
Pretend all is but a ride,
A rollercoaster,
Yes!
But am not to blame.

In a world where success gets you friends,
Internet gets you love,
Education gets you a job,
And the air makes you sick,
I have no option but to hide,
Hide in this place called a smile.

When am asked if am crying,
I wipe my face and yell,
Where's the party at?
Am not trying to let anyone in my space,
I can't trust them,
They!
They have a way of breaking me,
Using my love to their advantage,
My need for company to their control,
And now I built a wall,
A wall behind this place,
This place called a smile.

Why are they so evil?
Why don't they love the way I do?
Why don't they see the things I see?
Love in hate,
Peace in war,
Joy in tears,
Laughter in sorrow,
Why don't they hide like me?
Hide in this place called a smile.

A place where we can pretend all races are same,
Maybe go back to being the dark Africa they thought we were,
The Africa that was united on ceremony basis,
Food and shelter was all a share,
No man went hungry,
No child went unparented,
A place where laughter was in dancing and singing,
Where music was not used to separate but bring together.

Where marriage was not a form of passing time,
But an example sure looked up to by the younger generation,
A place where we celebrated birth and death,
Where a child brought joy whether yours or not,
Let's hide in this place,
Where money had no value,
Clothes meant no brand,
And shoes had no heels.

Where even with kings and queens amongst us,
We all were still kings and queens at heart,
Royals with respect for all subjects,
Family was number one,
And friends were the foreigners,
A place where tears called for comfort,
And smiles, celebration!
Let's hide in this place called a smile,
Let's hide forever,
That my great grand children can get to see what my Africa is meant to be.

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