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Who I am

I am an engineer. But could use words to penetrate your testicles. A little boy. I use the poetic pen to paint colorful memories of tomorrow. A simple guy. I create a new version of me when poetry runs in my veins. A lonely writer. One whose ink is the tool for the establishment of words. A mama baby. I crumble the world with figures of speech in my poetic lines. Writers in total silence. The society gives ears when my pen argues with the paper. Writer of the future. Full of zeal and courage to turn dreams into reality. Everyone's friend. I use my eagle eyes to fly at night and search for ideas. A poor poet. But my words are made of golden stones. A book warm. I could turn your house into a library. The art of words. I could get you addicted to literature. An ordinary thinker. Poetic therapist of the 21st century. A servants of the most high. My writing is an evidence of God's creation. A Liberian boy. Red, white and blue are my favorite colors.

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