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when you see the African abroad

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When you see the collier's son abroad,
With his pigment like your heart ―
Pardon, pardon, sir!
Do not show him the gun.

Do not let him know that
Both skins are different potteries of one God.

Just tell him ;
"Both are also the fetuses of mid-winter's joy"

Else, he may abhor his pride.



When you see the Collier's son abroad ―

Do not be too witty on him

Else you'll become a fool.


You may give him the shovel for vain labor,

Aftermath, if he's still stronger than you,

Do not keep him as gold.

Neither should you tell him to come home.

Just say to him,
Afro-boy, ―"your footprints have gathered flames"

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  1. Joshua Hennen

This is a really good poem. I like the imagery too, especially the last line "Afro-boy--'your footprints have gathered flames.'" Welcome to Hennen's Observer and thank you for your contributions.

 
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