Honourable Deed Poem by Melikhaya Zagagana
Honourable Deed
I might offend-you
for being honest;
tears and blood are
to me brethren, though
one is older than the young.
I respect them equally.
You might call me a rat-but
it was my lady a broken home;
i was inseminated by love and
fell into a hole.
I had days and days pondered
and decided.
I have decided awake from all the
madness in the world.
I have decided freedom!
I want to be myself again alone.
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8/6/2026 1:48:17 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
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