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Rated: ASR · Prose · Cultural · #2203337
I remember these horrors.
Our Akan tribe of bravery discipled warriors
younger though stronger.
I saw members of family leave for war
and never return.

Somehow I felt happy knowing we would
feel hunger no longer.
Somehow I recall anxiety always knowing
we could burn.

My youth prevented me from many dangers.
Then I was one.
Seemingly a prisoner, I was made
truly free!

In my homeand we have corruption and
not much freedom.
In Ghana there are troubles yet
the troubles make us happy.

And laughter makes us free!
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