Démocratie en agonie Vécue sous d’autres cieux ; Où le droit l’emporte sur l’arbitraire ; Ici, c’est par la douleur que tu as vu le jour ; Soucieuse de donner le pouvoir au peuple ;
Democracy in agony Experienced in other spaces; Where the right carries away him on arbitrariness; Here, it is by the pain that you got birth;
I am from one dot in the sky, from gravels and ripe starfruit I am from the crowded housing complex I am from the scent of jasmine, the guava tree I am from reading stories and round face,
I am from the pail of water, from wooden dolls and rice balls. I am from the mud hut by the river.
Standing by the pole of hope, hoe in hand to till the ground, rope on his neck the tent to hold, plans in his head to claim his hope; make the ridge to yield the field,
Femme noire femme Africaine à toi ma mère je pense à toi. Oh! Dama Oh! ma mère. Toi qui me portât sur le dos, toi qui m’allaitât, toi qui gouvernat mes premiers pas au produit de la terre.
Poème sur la beauté de la république démocratique du Congo.
When the oppression began, you knew things were going to be bad That there would be pain, suffering and agony, that the journey ahead would be sad But from the beginning you knew what to do
Hi, I'm delighted to share my review of Maya Angelou's anthology of her insightful and satirical thoughts and verses titled Even the Stars Look Lonesome.
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