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I Was 7… – Poem By iAmEmmanuel

Father, I was just 7 when you mastered the art of reading me; You knew the various verses Written on my Scriptured body... You knew me even more than I knew myself. Father, I was 7 when you taught me the meaning of perfection. That it…
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Great Zimbabwe

Gaze upon the exquisiteness of the majestic Great Zimbabwe Standing rigid on the murky velvet soils of Zimbabwe A scintillating image of the history of our cherished country which enlightens the minds of contemporary generations and…
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WHEN WILL IT END?

When will it end? We are at a dead end Where our journey defiles amendment. Trends pierce our veil daily – It's become soaked in bloods of; Souls denied of food; Bodies who lay on naked beds. When will it end? I hear shouts of innocent…
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Nostalgia

You May Also Like: "How Mother's Pastor Became My Father" by I Am Emmanuel Save me my thoughts 'cause it's spilling over I'm dumbed stricken Yet my mind is heavily overloaded The one who stringed the music of my heart Looked me…
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If I Were…

If I played myself into music Will I be the song you wanna put on repeat? Close your eyes to soak in the lyrics Nod your head one time and two? Will I be the song that brings tears to your eyes? And a smile on your face? How about the beat…
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