Oh!! My thought
who taught you to carry my thought along
Putting my conscience in thought like President Putin
Who taught you to nurture my thought?
Carrying my tears like blood in the vessle
Joy is nowhere to be found like abstract matter.
Who taught how to shed?
Causing people to draft question for me
You're colourless, but tasty like salt which causes stir on my face.
Chinwendu Chinonyerem Emmanuel
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