For 3 days I have taken my porridge cold Yesterday in class we were told of the Jim Crow I know some white guys are going oh no But I not her for you, thank God
For 3 days I have taken my porridge cold 
Yesterday in class we were told of the Jim Crow
I know some white guys are going oh no 
But I not her for you, thank God
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andrewmujuni
andrewmujuni I am Ugandan and I love writing poems.
Autoplay OFF   •   8 days ago
We live in a different world where problems raise from controlled human error and I honestly don’t know where my mind was when writing this poem, it just came out.
I will be releasing a explanation soon on my Instagram account so go ahead a check out for that.

For 3 days I have taken my porridge cold Yesterday in class we were told of the Jim Crow I know some white guys are going oh no But I not her for you, thank God

But I come with thirst To study the value of gold Cause in my country blood Is a currency, that fouls fight for To fill hunger for gold You sell your soul Or your only goat

Welcome to my only home Where you live with currency You kill to obtain your wish And you feed To be praised All this selfish crusade ways Are what define a real Ugandan

The black for y skin that everybody has The red for the blood that you will shed The yellow for the premier warning And the crane that faces forward Yet moves backward

Welcome to the true Uganda Porridge is not my song But pride is just my goal I live to earn what’s not mine And hate what I can’t afford Stereotypical of hogs Hogs and frogs Don’t make that noise But sleep with no eye closed Yet walk like all eyes are blocked. This is my home Just listen to my tone

This is my home Just listen to my tone.

This is 🇺🇬 Uganda Uganda is a metaphor for any country. I will Explain this poem soon on my Instagram so go ahead and check it out. @andrewmujuni

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