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OUR PRIDE RAN OUT

Our pride ran out,
So we ran after it.
We chased it down the road till we caught up with it.
We took it by the hand,
And lifted it up.
We made sure it stood firm;
We woke its legs up.
They saw us in public,
Brushing it up.
They said a lot of things like
"we were making it up".
It took a whole day,
But we made it stand up.
It was immature,
So we made it grow up.
We spent energy in chasing it;
So it was time to pay up.
We drank our pride back in,
So now, we could sit up.
We bowed our heads in shame;
But now we could look up.
We were stigmatized and bruised;
Now we could chin up.
Now we've got our pride back,
It was time to man up.
Cos once we were down,
Today we're allowed up.

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