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I am a co creator,
who completes god's creation,
I build up what was not built by HIM,
I re make what was made crude by HIM,
I am not HIS assistant, but I am the master here,
I give form and shape to his bare mould,
I nurture with care and patience,
I turn his creation into something,
that will create another thing,
And many more to follow,
I shout loud with sore throats,
and walk ahead with menstrual pain,
I dedicate my life for children,
from other mothers and fathers,
treating my own with lesser attention,
I listen to curses and put up with rebels,
whom I serve with all my blood and sweat,
Yet I stand and shout and help,
reach out, lend and forgive.
I am a teacher. . .
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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