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You can’t tell me
The various
shades of misery
I’ve seen enough
for myself
So you can’t show
me
The way around
its gardens
I trod those
forbidden paths myself
I’ve experienced
the land where sunshine darkens
I’ve wiped sweats
of death off my brow
My spot in this existence
is a shroud
An untapped
resource of sorrow
With no promise
of tomorrow.
I have walked the
streets of the ghetto,
Traveled the
well-beaten paths of unhope,
And I got no
respect for intellectual duplicity;
Education is expensive.
Akpan
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