Plucked and Ripe is my Need
I wont stand here and scream
Shocked and rife is my rim
I have to stay here and breath
Rocked and stuck is my ice
I have to reshape my ride
Flocks of pigeons peck my face
Yet I stand here with grace
Plucked and Bright is my life
I'll just spread out and shine
**Busola Elegbede**
**COPYRIGHT 2013**
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