Cristhian Funeral poems

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My mothers perfume

My mothers perfume Was so lite With a sent of joy But it was so bright It was something special That cant be replaced Its so faint Yet so much memory Or perhaps its me Thats hallucinating And waiting For my mothers perfume

I Have a dream

I have to fight For my rights In peace we want bite We will fight for our rights In the dark or in the light My dream shines bright It doesn’t matter if i am black or white Because we will fight for our rights And fight with our might Because i have a dream…


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