Born from Clay

Born around Twelve Villages

With one Slave

Behind two Love Sisters

Mortality was ripe in one Night

Years after My Birth

Switching through the blaze

I’m hungry for Love

Opening My Cabin I sight

My dream girl,lady elegant Woman

I’m always Chaotic

Its the Stigma of my Heart.

Meeting This girl was my day

Stepping into Education was Luck

Building a rapport is a piece of cake

Before you could say Jack Robinson.

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