Though disgraced
I will not lose face
I will raise it
that the sun
may shine on me.
Every fibre of my being
Every corner of my soul
Every song of my spirit
Will become new –
for the flames of the sun
Have killed me.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
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This is heart wrenching.
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Bless you, Deana.
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