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Jan 2021
WHERE I COME FROM

Where I come from
A place of many believes
Divided into quarters
That are identified by taboos and believes
Men are men/ women are women
Paying loyalties to their surprime head
But it is a beautiful place to call home
Because there's no where like home.

Where I come from
The believe of Christianity
Is like the gemination of an
Unknown plant in the desert
Outpouring in hot sand
But it is a beautiful place to call home
Because there's no where like Home.

Where I come from
Sambas and animal skins sound
Better than drumps and pianos
We gather every evening for stories
Told by elders and kingsmen
And make imagery of stories like movies
Indeed it is a beautiful place to call home
Because there's no where like home

Where I come from
Good and evil are flammable
In the air like gas
With evil dominating like stars in the milky way
Live there is different from the outside world
You talk less to live long
But it is a beautiful place to call home
Because there's no where like home.
Story of reality and believes
Written by
Benyeakeh Miapeh  20/M/Liberia
(20/M/Liberia)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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