Sad blues and her brown eyes

Sad blues and her brown eyes

Have seen her five brothers die

Father died too how will she survive

Mother can’t provide 

Because Africa decided a woman can’t have a job like a guy

Rise up spread your wings take it to the sky

Fly mother butterfly Fly mother butterfly

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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