I am not in your own image;
Neither as black nor white.
I am not in your shadow;
Neither as sun nor moon.
I am not in your shape;
Neither smooth nor sharp.
I am your ocean wave,
Hold me if you can;
Before I become the cry
between your breast and lip.
I am your blade,
hold me if you can;
Before I cut off the flesh,
between your mind and body.
I am your salt;
Hold me if you can;
Before I taste it on your shapes.
I am your blood;
Hold me if you can;
Before I pour it on your wounds
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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