everything by nene mawuhi

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everything

 

the words we don't say

the deeds we don't show

the thoughts we don't reveal

are all treasures in secret

 

the sacrifices we make

the compromises we make

the struggles we face

break and make us

 

how our bare body looks

how we adorn ourselves

how we carry ourselves

attract and distract (repelling) others

 

what humans we move with

how we treat people individually

what service and how we render it

put us where we find ourselves

 

the object we give our devotion

the supernatural that rules us

the nature of life we live

determine where we're going


                                        n.m.

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