That is an old poem Written by Aldo Kraas
The white men’s land Belongs to the white people Black people please stay out Of the white men’s land You are not welcome in
My gramma Took no chances She had bought The sunflower seeds And she had planted
Tell like it is You don’t care for God But you care for money And money is your God I feel ashamed of you
My father How I love To have That untitled Painting hanging
I want that way That the people Also have respect for me I deserve to be Respected people
I am also proud To belong to the Polvo Brazileiro Also many years when I was born one Brazilian
Love, love, love! Is very special And so warm Because it is A feeling
I am powerful with my words Because I use them When I am talking each day with t… That I come across with And the message that I am sending…
All about my Father He is the one that Made us Many years ago And we are here
It is me people That was made By my beloved Father A long time ago
Father We all need Our peace of mind Because we are very Stressed out
I will live for today Because today is not over yet And there is so many things that… Before I can dream about tomorrow I will live for today
Look who’s talking Badly about me He tells me that I am A religious fanatic That is wrong
Nothing can hold us down People I am not you slave So don’t treat me like a slave I have freedom in my life Also don’t remove the freedom
My love That my Father gave to me I will share with my siblings Because they also need love From me