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Who am I? Jamila (Jah- Me-La)
I’m a ghost in the world who fades in and out of this world and into a world of creativity. A person who weaves through a sea of faces each day sometimes wishing to go unnoticed. I’m just me, a trivial being playing my part in the greater scheme of things.
We are no longer that generation to sit back and take whatever they give us.
We are now the generation at the heart of the fight back.
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,
One was blind and the other couldn't see,
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"
A paralyzed donkey passing by,
kicked the blind man in the eye,
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came and killed those two dead boys.
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