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Jan 2022
I am city no doubt
love the safe haven
of instability
and fast-moving cars
no room for death
There was a time
I was connected to the bracken
to the brooks and the wide open
fields filled with flowers
from the pages of yore
Nature spoke to me
the forest whisperer
I was in an enchanted land
created by me
I took refuge there
youth shielding me
from apathetic eyes
at the lonely black
girl talking to the sky.
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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