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Jan 2016
Eating deep, this green coloured skin
I'm coloured, I was told
I look real
But chose green
a reminder of me....unsmiley & mute
Noisy with lines, in contest with me
a life so battered it became the best
a name handed me in the moment I didn't decide
my favourite pastime
Pain.....
Healed in batches mostly by me
Lifes turn held nothing ....
except in my hands
new hopes I held to
....but from my pocket it came,
I'm responsible for all
no captain or coach
invincibility held hands
only I knew nothing new
grief
as old as its name
I guess this so boring
So I do not say.
kanma Oduwegwu
Written by
kanma Oduwegwu  delta state
(delta state)   
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   Sajini Israel
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