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Freedom T.V. Nyamubaya
A QUESTION OF CHOICE
A QUESTION OF CHOICE
A QUESTION OF CHOICE
I am a mountainI laugh with those who laugh loudest
I’ve been a church
Seen them come
Of different ages, sizes, colours
Black, white, yellow, red and pink
A walk in and walk out
By the rich and the destitute
I have been beaten
Spat at, kicked and raped
My brain is a cold room
That stores torturous secrets
My flesh is like a football
Kicked all the way round
I am a balancing rock
Having survived all weather
A resting place for peace-loving birds
I live the way I believe
Because l have a strong will
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A QUESTION OF CHOICE
I am a mountainI laugh with those who laugh loudest
I’ve been a church
Seen them come
Of different ages, sizes, colours
Black, white, yellow, red and pink
A walk in and walk out
By the rich and the destitute
I have been beaten
Spat at, kicked and raped
My brain is a cold room
That stores torturous secrets
My flesh is like a football
Kicked all the way round
I am a balancing rock
Having survived all weather
A resting place for peace-loving birds
I live the way I believe
Because l have a strong will
A QUESTION OF CHOICE
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