Obinefo Ibrahim Micheal Entry 12 Flawless
A man had to grow tall,
and look back to see his own smallness.
But we have grown above all,
we could pluck the sun and shroud it into dullness.
That is not to say,
We didn't step into shadows to hide our fears.
That is not to say,
We didn't embrace the bullet in flood of tears.
But we are made of stones, Made of bones buried in blood. We can puncture silence without tones,
Cos we are Africans as flawless as God.
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