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May 2014
I'd ask
"How much for the little girl,"

But then I'd be overvaluing
Their worth to you.

They,
Hidden away in some forest,
Wearing black scarves
To cover
The soft contours of
Their diamond shells.

Gun-toting madness
Shellacking
Their temples.

You demand that women respect themselves.

Swallow your Pride.
To the Boko Haram
Jedd Ong
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Jedd Ong
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