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Sell Yourself

Sell yourself;
The man says;
I am twitching
My fingers nervously;
I am slowly gasping for breath;
Inside I am a mouse
Suffocating in a holeless jar;
Outside I have square eyes
That look upon him with challenge;
I am tired
Of people buying me;
I am tired of
Standing here,
In an overpriced
Business Suit;
I am not what you ask of me;
I am not the alligator
In the bowl of Chilli;
I am a writer;
With a soul so deep;
I am a writer
With a heart so soft;
I am a writer;
With a mind so dear;
I am not here;
To build with concrete;
Another man's dreams;
I am not here;
To sell my soul;

Written by Otatade Iseghohi Okojie


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