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Keep Me Alive.

Who deserves life?
Who deserves love?
Who deserves family?
They said I did
But they lied.
When they came for me
And torched my humanity out
Like the cow whose master I was
Nobody put up a fight for me.

But how can you?
You turn your head away
Away from my corpse
Away from my problems
And complain of your trivial issues
Of how your anus itches.
It ought to itch
For inside of you
Is dirt everywhere

I want revenge
For the dead husband I never had
For the child who kept yelling Mama
But Mama never came
Mama is gone
Everyone is gone
But please fight for me
Keep me alive
And fight for tomorrow.

Dedicated to victims of the January 2014 killings in Baga, Borno State, Nigeria. Even though I knew none personally, I feel I had a friend among them, and for this imagined friend I wrote this poem. Dear sister, goodbye.

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