I hold no grudges
my hands are empty,
this smile is all i have left
but my tears is so hard to forget.
While you are busy writing down my faults,
my mind is celebrating my innocence,
beautiful tomorrow, lovely children, scent of abundance and unending laughters.
What more can i say,
your stunt won't change a thing,
I have been broken enough.
Copyright Abel Udoekene
(cuttings from where I come from, a poet diary)
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