What you see is not always what you get. we all walk this life with untold secrets, The battle scars dragged across my heart can be seen through my eyes like a piece of art If I cover my face, it is not of shame. it is to protect my identity and secure my name I am a product of my rainy days, moulded and sculpture with the potter's clay, What you see is not always what you get, so do not see blue and call it violet. this sound of victory that comes from my mouth, will be heard in the east, west, north, and south.

Godfred Kwakye

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A LOVE THAT KNOWS NO BOUNDARIES In a world of vibrant hues, a vision so divine, A lady in red cloth, a love that intertwines. With grace she dons her gown, a scarlet melody, And in her crimson gloves, a touch of ecstasy. Her ears adorned with emerald, a glimpse of lush delight, As whispers of devotion dance through the night. With eyes closed, she dreams, a secret she conceals, One hand upon her eye, a mystery she reveals. In shades of ruby splendor, her beauty takes its flight, A canvas of desire, igniting hearts alight. Her emerald lips speak volumes, a language all their own....

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