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Jul 2018
I said that I was something
They said I’m something else.
If I get whipped.
At least I can show what is in me.
And that fluid spilled
Will help life grow whether it lays to rest.
When I have to walk
Someone on the other side is sure to enjoy my company.
Not because I am needed, but because they missed me.
I stand on the shoulders of giants.
Because it is better to collaborate than to slay.
I can see a lot farther from this vantage point.
I see someone climbing up the mankind of height.
Because that somebody must stand on me.
And because the person beneath me did not fall.
I must make sure to hold my ground and dig deep.
So they can see out even further than I can.
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
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