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Did you
wanna see me broken?
Crumbling
to the cruel phrases that was spoken?
You
didn't really believe I'd fall for such stunt, did you?
That I'd
be face down and my vision blurred by a deluge?
I am no
figment of your fickle imagination,
Neither
some byproduct of your naive mental evaluation.
Description
of me couldn't fit your trite tongue.
So you
darn well stay where you belong.
Pluck
the speck from your eyeball,
Quit doubting
and observe, as my change sets ashore
Like a
loaded pregnant camel through a needle's eye.
Learn of
me and be chastised.
It's not
enough to have all the world as back up
Hiding
behind the voices of the crowd, playing God.
For in
the event of my demise
A
million seeds will arise.
You may
deride me all you want
You may
cut my soul with hateful words
Then
trample me. Yet am I not undone
I rise
to the occasion like trodden dust.
Akpan
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