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Why was I born into this world of bias The world I live in is unfair For me to be whole and complete is all I ask The 'whole' live without showing care With this infirmity good things I now lack if I had, everyone knows I would share I wish I could turn the hands of time and go back And maybe the world around will know this pain I cannot bear There i was sitting and thinking deeply When am I going to walk without leaping Without wishing I could be a better me Because all the things around me makes me tired of me. When am I going to walk pass others without them looking at me with scornful eyes as if to kill When am I going to walk right without having to depend on my knees When am I going to stand on my own without putting my hope on sticks And it breaks my heart to know that I can't run with my friends on the street Deep in my thought as I felt a warm fluid flowing from my eyes through my chick See this made me feel sick Wondering who I might have displeased to get this And maybe when I please him i will get peace As persons came close to me they cried But why I tried to decode but I couldn't hear the slightest sigh Some said I was getting old But they lied Because have faith I was always told Having questioned 'those' that brought me to this world Where I was odd of them all They said to me "hold on and stand tall" I asked myself " how can I stand tall when my legs are deformed " It even pained me the more When one of them said " the pains won't last long " Oblivious of the fact that I've been with the pain since I was born Finally years passed by as my bones got dried With grey hair itching to be changed by a black dye As I said to myself ' I can't continue with this type of life ' And the thought came to my mind Take " Nerve Gas Sarine combined with VX and it will be a long night I took it and I felt a strange strength in my deformed hands going straight for my neck Again the strange strength moved my deformed legs Coughing continuously as a white substance flowed from my mouth There my whole life flashed before my eyes With a small voice saying you ended your life With no strength left to cry I DIED
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E.A.Jeffrey

i am Aiwansoba Emwinghare Jeffrey , but i love to be addressed as E.A.Jeffrey i am a year two law student of AMBROSE ALLI UNIVERSITTY EKPOMA,EDO STATE ,NIGERIA I am SPOKEN WORD POET and i love poetry

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