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Fortunate trio

Twenty four hours in seven days
And still counting,
The toll the oppressor had to inflict,
The hurts in our veins,
But the support we had.
The late nights distress
The funds spent to stay alive
But the hope we still had.
October 13th, we witnessed,
October 13th, we survived.
If assaults not be
By our opposite being,
We would say “condem the bra”

kenslitepen

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I am ken by name and I have always lived beside my pen, when I look in my mirror, he stares right back at me, in my sleep i dream of him, in my environment only i see him. He is everywhere i go, then i realized that he is part of me. For a while now we have passed on messages to the world through poetry. I wouldn't want to swap for another instrument because my pen is my friend.

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