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Alone

Ikiring Beatrice Ogwes

I faced it!
It was indirect murder
Behind my bark
You whispered,
You laughed loud
I grew skinny,
I went pell
I was alone.
It was a silent death
Was I wrong to apprear stong?
Was i really deaf?
Didn't I care?
No, I was right because I heard.
But only realized you only talk on my back
Because you can't face me.

(C) Ikiring Beatrice Ogwes
06/16/2020


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