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All they wanted was a tool, a puppet, a dog.
My body and mind, they abused in their goal to change me, to make me normal, to silence my cry.
But cry I did, over the years the ugly stains of blood, sweat and tears did the one thing they couldn't.
My suffering reformed me, my scars trained me, my frustrations hardened me.
Now I raise my voice and fists and cry.....
No More!!.
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Hear my Voice
PoetryA collection of stories, poems and write ups based off the #endsars, #endcorruption protest. A thousand voices, echoing a song of home Our feet stamping the ground, marking our last stand Against men and women of a forgotten era Against Injustice, A...
