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Laugh when it hurts they say
Who remembers to laugh
But Dear Aunty B
Poetry can finally become an escape
An escape from writing deep
Thinking hard, long, and
Compounding sad events.
Don’t tell anything but the truth
Your truth, his truth, their truth
A truth would survive a thousand lies
Because then you can breathe
And as you write on paper
Don’t ignore the heart
Because the story you write
Would form part of how you’d feel.
Victor Oyedele
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