You can’t crack the sacred code of who I am

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He fumed and shouted
Smoking hate wisped off his tongue
Spewing words I may not repeat
As they are lies I can never own

He gave me the finger

He wanted to unmake me
Deny me my humanity
And as though my heart a sponge
Soak it in his hate
And crowd out room…

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Nini Mappo

A tribal villager in the city. Encourager — heal the poverty inside. Award-winning storyteller+Digital Ambassador @Worldpulse→http://bit.ly/WPAmbassadors-Join

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