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Market women keep bargaining in my head
every second, I breathe hate
In death camp, no warmth
Must my blood be propitiation?
Am I not worth more than a bet?
Patriotism or victimization
Out of reach of my loved ones
where exist a glow absent here
No saviour is yet forthcoming
to rescue me… somebody’s daughter!
Written by: Lawal Kafayat Gold