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Nothing was left for me.
I was to struggle for a better me.
Taking a thirty two divided book to school.
That the streets only provided left overs.
That my parents ostracized me.
They murdered my rights as a child.
Alley child.
Though negligent I made through.
Thanks lord I made through.

 

 

By Joshua madiba

My name is joshua madiba and am 23 years old running a blog called Havoc . I stay in a place called Buwambo past Gayaza You can also read my poems at poem hunter

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