I walk where no man dare,
I spoke with whom they fear,
I allow the sun to chocolate me
I get joy from it they can see,
I dig farms and plant my corn
I do it again the next morn,
I work so hard till I man wet
I feel eyes staring at my sweat,
I will not cease my daily bread
I must succeed until I'm fed.
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