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No Cover Up, No Photoshop She woke up to the metallic taste of the red liquid in her mouth. Head to toe, her body felt sore, damaged, washed-out. Attempts to move attracted tears like unlike poles on a magnet. Unending waterworks that burned as it streamed down to the earth. Tomorrow come, so sorrow goes away. No longer gleeful but consumed by grief. Safety and self-worth now make-believe. Memories shattered by the ever-present souvenir. Scars engraved like tribal marks; spread all over. A piece of her constantly fades away. The heavens, far from calm. She could see hails of thorns. Surely angels are evil. Cos, they hurt just like demons. Pain has morphed her skin harder than the armadillo’s. She has become obsessed to inflicting loss. So, pieces of you and I slowly decay. But what must be today to push sorrow away? Today, to make sure she does not pass away. The way out is not cover-up, not photoshop. The right path is listen, action and f

She Is All We Have https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_of_Nigeria She hurts my eyes whenever I look around. Forcing me to close them. Breaks my heart when I listen to friends. Coercing me to cover them. Hunts me down when I speak the truth. Pressing me to shut them. Destroys my hopes with inaction. Pressuring me not to dream. She is a shadow of glory once told. Simpler times of peace and games. Splendour that never was. Maybe a product of make believe. But she is all I have. She is my one true love. She is all I have. Sometimes I wonder, will she gladly trade us for powder? Who really loathes us? Our mother or her caretakers? Custodians who take pleasure in pillaging our silver. Tell me. Who steals food from his or her shelter? Our babies inherit debt but theirs get treasure. They refuse to see hints but I read it crystal clear. I see the ticking time bomb; seven, six, five, four. Still she is all I have. She is my one true love. She is all you have. Our roads