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Because Fighting Is All My Mother Knows
I.Nothing breaks a spirit like poverty.Yet, you keep standing. Knucklesstained in penury, tongue brushedin famine. You tie your dying wrapperaround your weary waist, its lips tiedtight around your hips. Maami,Moremi — a…
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