This haiku poem will be featured in my upcoming work "The Chain Breakers" set to premier black history month 2.14.2018 on Amazon by M.D. Johnson
Harriet Tubman
We will follow you always
Through freedom’s vast doors
POETICMC
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This haiku poem will be featured in my upcoming work "The Chain Breakers" set to premier black history month 2.14.2018 on Amazon by M.D. Johnson
Harriet Tubman
We will follow you always
Through freedom’s vast doors
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