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60 Joyce B. Ashuntantang Prison Walls of Fruit Dear God, Just a few words Before I leave your sight. I felt ensnared In your Garden of Eden You gave me words Then claimed my tongue You gave me songs Then kept my voice You gave me eyes Then took my sight You opened your ears But sealed my mouth I learnt to walk But to nowhere You gave me man Then kept his manhood The one person who cared You cursed him for good. So I don’t regret leaving These prison walls of fruit Yours truly, Eve ...

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