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African American Folklore
“
From eight to thirteen the world was mean, In my own eyes.
Frail, sick and confused, I was not more than a muse...In my own eyes.
Not seen by many, well, if any! In my own eyes.
It all became suddenly clear; My eyes could see, my ears could hear...In my own eyes.
They are watching you now; So just make believe. I am really dead! In my own eyes.
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Hugs, kisses and lime sherbet galore!
Who could ask for more?
In my own eyes.
Then that dreaded day did come;
It's just a blur now...
Wow! I am still numb.
In my own eyes
Trying to forget the pain,
If for nothing more than my own gain...at least,
In my own eyes.
...more
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