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It's the mystery of my being that captivates me,
The flesh and blood I call a name,
The depth and strength of this being that never ceases to amaze me.
It could be the simplicity of this being that confuses me,
The intrigue it holds for all but me,
The future I alone can truly hope for.
It's the perfection I force it to acquire that overwhelms it,
The language it speaks to some without my consent,
The constant battles that leave us both at odds.
It's the refuge it provides day in, day out,
The safe haven I thought I had come to appreciate,
The jail it has gradually become that will hold me forever prisoner...
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anna
i wrote this poem after i had done some research on ivory coast..child soldiers, miners - so many were killed that i felt obliged to write something!! it isn't that classy but it is from deep within..
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Thanks God. kwizera | Jun 10th, 2008
Thanks God 'cause there are people who still have a soul.
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