Poem by Ojok Isaac
I used to softly smack his ass
I pulled him like a goat to eat
I pushed him to enter every door
I pulled him from all deadly doors
My pockets were dry like a desert
His pockets were wet like equator
He gave me money to feed my family
I gave him marks to pass his papers
That's why he will never treat me!
I rather die home than commit suicide
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