Prayer
The warrior in me is always dead
But the prayer makes me appear upright
The coward in me is always hiding
the prayer me makes me appear daring
The weakling in me has always been defeated
but prayer grants me the mantle of the winner
So one shade is me the limp one
the one you see is the one prayer gives me
l am a super human in prayer.
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Leticia M
I am Ugandan pursuing a degree in law.l love poetry and have written since l was seven.l am very sensitive to issues on violence.l am a daughter to Mr and mrs Mutumba
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