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By: Gasela Magasela

AS I LOOK UP IN THANKS, MY EYES RESEMBLE FRACTURED GLASSES,

I’M ABLE TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU MY RAINBROW FRIEND,

WE NO LONGER HAVE TO BE SEPERATED BY CLASSES,

THE TEARS ARE NOT FROM TEAR GAS, BUT ERUPT FROM A HUMBLE AND JOYFUL HEART,

“COLOR HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT”,

TO THAT STATEMENT I’M A CUSTODIAN.

YOU AND ME BOTH WERE NEVER INVOLVED,

SO NO EMOTIONS FROM OUR FOREFARTHERS’ GRUESOME INTERACTIONS SHOULD EVER BE EVOKED,

FOR THIS IS A YOUTH COME TRUE …

YOU AND ME, BOTH …

NOT IN 1994 DID WE INDIRECTLY MEET,

BUT AT THE INTAKE OF INSULT, SPIT AND WILLINGNESS TO SUBMIT TO DEATH,

BLOOD WAS SHED TWICE FOR ME AND YOU TO MEET,

FOR MY SAKE AND YOURS THERE HAD TO BE INVERSIONS,

COMMON TO US IS OUR CONVERSION,

WE ATTEST TO SAME TRUTH AND BARE THE SAME VISION,

WE HAVE INTONED OUR GOODBYES TO THE HISTORY,

TO THOSE HOLDING IT DEAR, THE POWER OF OUR FRIENDSHIP’S UNINTENTIONAL

GOAL IS TO MYSTIFY,

IT’S MYSTERY TO THE UNFORGIVING WORLD,

BUT PLEASANT TO GOD.

WE ARE LIKE WHITE PAPER WITH BLACK DOTS,

AND THAT DO I CHERISH …

YOURS IN FRUITFUL FRIENDSHIP,

GASELA.

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