The poem
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A name so meaningful A curse so painful
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A blessing "Never" I think to myself My life so miserable like a wet cloth feeling useless
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A disappointment I become when good dees I do Oreneile a useless life
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Oreneile a curse in our eyes Divorce and division came along
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A newly born came by Piece of tramp I've become to the perpetrators
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Men with insecurities say it's all my fault Tears so wet blood so thick I can bearly walk
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Feeling so tortured and emotions so torn I cry but no sound they can hear
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I seek for help!but no one sees to care Pills and portions are my solution
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But Drips and niddles seem to get in the way How dark and deep myself is
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No one seems to understand Blames and flames are thrown unto me
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Blooms and Blues never enlighten my soul How long shall this last?
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A question no person can solutionate But TRUST I PUT UNTO GOD
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I AM ORENEILE(He Gave Us) THE CURSE YET A BLESSING IN GOD'S EYES
Submitted by Portia Mosala
