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War In My Life

I woke up early in the morning, on My canopy snug bed laid on Stinks,I managed to stifle my yawn I remember I remember my war War in my life War in my life I breath heavily I almost choked by fumes In bundle,I packed my belongings Thinking of what to eat I have no where to stay For the day I have noting to do for feeding Relative sent me away because I am noting I walk around the street Sometimes,I stand,bend,and knee Begging for money to feed I heard this proverb says, if there Is life there is hope Hope, hope,hope for me in this world Now that I am old Greyish hair on my head If I heard something about thirty minute Ago,hardly will I remember I have not much to live in life When will I have halcyon day in my life? Can I still be optimism or I should hope To be fortune in the Hereafter?,I mumbled alone. 8/10/15 for shhhhhh contest sponsor by Silent one.

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Date: 10/12/2015 1:12:00 AM
Say my friend I am not trying to be negative but you need to do some cleaning up on your poem. For me the word like feed eg: Trying to hold still my buckling knees with white streaks down my cheeks I beg a peace of bread hoping not to die this day that opened hopeless like yesterday. Oh keeper of the day! I am only 5, alone and at the mercy of whom? Why didst thou created me and thousands more like me? teach us that our parents may understand the consequence of sexual pleasures.
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Date: 6/10/2015 11:53:00 AM
May God cause his face to shine on you Afolabi, I don't know if this is a personal account of your experience if it Is you have my heartfelt sympathy..'
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Date: 5/9/2015 1:18:00 PM
With the devastation of War, hope becomes a much needed word. Fine poetry, and sad lived imagery, James...
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Date: 5/9/2015 3:29:00 AM
Never lose hope. I can feel the agony of this soul.
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Date: 5/7/2015 8:26:00 AM
You have managed to capture a human experience filled with sadness and weave it into a poem that is expressive and poetically meaningful. Emile.
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Date: 5/7/2015 2:40:00 AM
Within this despair there is a fierce passion to survive, we question worth when we desire to create. You are strong Afolabi. J.A.B.
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