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You are to me my beginning the reason for me
To be a better version of me
You are to me my ceiling where I reach I find caution
You are to me a nightinggale song of heaven flung
You are to me black sugar and honey sweet
You are to me the sound of coins in purse and notes folded all for you and my legacy my future my grandchildrens father
Your blessed being travelled through me
Into this wider world
Your intrigue and sweet singing dancing foot
And growing body, mind and soul
Possessing with dominance this future world
You are to me affirmation of black excellence
A whirldwind in arms of your fathers chest
You are to me why each and every pain i endure
Ends up blessed
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