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Zintle Thusie May 2014
I search my reflection        
Which I suppose represents my emotion
In turn a darkness stares back at me
I see a stranger, who looks like me
Grumpy without a hint of a smile
Only anger and bitterness is willing to shine
Refusing to reconcile with my siblings
Thinking they are absurd with they own living
While my most hurtful feelings are being expressed their determination ,shows me lam being heard.  
Now m left with these Mixed emotions which don't appear in my refection
Who am ?
Stranger wispered
I am the me you will never get to be!
I am a poet and I understand the power of Words.

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