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<h4>Poem by <span class="has-inline-color has-luminous-vivid-orange-color">Refilwe J. Mokgatlenyane </span></h4>
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<p>They say eyes are windows to the soul<br>
But mine are as dark as coal<br>
Dark that no matter how careful you try to see through them, you won’t see the pain<br>
Like a tortoise my eyes are a protective shell hiding all the black harmful memories packed inside my brain</p>
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<p>They say our bodies are temples of God<br>
But I fail to believe that because mine has been invaded with no permission from the most high<br>
Has been destroyed and used despite its holiness<br>
Mine has been stained with memories of lies and dirty ties<br>
Mine has been painted and scribbled with big graffiti</p>
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<p>They say life is what you live it up to be<br>
But mine has never been my choice<br>
Mine is like the horror movie where the innocent girl<br>
                                     Is haunted by her unknown demons and I am the main character<br>
Mine is like the movie where the script writer forgot that she is supposed to include the climax and so the events keep getting worse and worser<br>
Mine is like a curse that could never be reversed because I’ve killed the curser<br>
And therefore, there’ll never be anyone to break the spell<br>
Mine is a worse fairytale that turned off bad and no one would even dare to tell</p>
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<p>My life is a rivalry of emotions<br>
Where every little glint of hope gets carried away by huge whirlwinds of mixed portions<br>
My life is a bad story<br>
A film of nightmares that when I remember what happens<br>
My nose flares<br>
And lately I’ve been feeling like when God blesses people and make them happy, am the one he spares</p>
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