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Power is my sword. Grace is my ford. And me not be a hoard. I use to like my cable cord. Now I carve wood art. My palace is made out of form.
I have always been good at mathsbut last year in subject enrichment I got a CI always aced at my exams I don't know what i did wrong Mrs.BI too participated in the annual day
Been a while since I last dropped something .. So,I thought I should drop a little something but as I type this in I realise I will not be able to,Simply because in all honestly I got nothing to drop.
POOF! Now I am confident! SNAP! Now I am beautiful! BOOM! Now I am talented! Here I stand, So hear my demands! My confidence has surly convinced you!
I am an African, an African taken from my homeland and brought into a place where I am known as being "inferior" Why was this happening? Do I not shed blood and cry as any other
BOOM! Goes the sound of a bus backfiring As it leaves a stop with no passengers Once again The bus driver silently laments to himself And hopes the boycott will be over.
I Hear The Trumpet Out, See The Klaxon Jet Screech By, Outcrys From Familys And My Own, Whistle Buzzer Alarm, Wolf Howls At The Moon, Horn Blows Phone Rings, Cannon Cacophony Explosion,