AM I REALLY A MIXED BLOOD
AM I REALLY A MIXED BLOOD Flipping through the precious virtue left unto us, and with my imagination seeing the beautiful life lived with glory and honour of my fathers, rain drops fall from my eyes, forming an ocean of thought of which I snack deep in it. Shortly my eyes opens to a world I was never part of. Tick tock tick tock, the time moves backwards. Oh how beautiful we looked with the beads of symbols round our neck, and glittering to the thief’s of my unique image. No doubt this place is fueld with beautiful memories, some which may lead to a revolt against the evil spare casted upon our generation. In the pool of thought I ask; AM I REALLY A MIXED BLOOD?. Now that the life we live , seems totally different from what it used to be, in the past. Been buried in thoughts, I saw how beautiful our future would have been, if not cut short by the thieves who sat in 1884 for the scramble and partition of a continent in which they were scared of their glorious future. Seei