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By: Uthman Azeez Where's the money, From the hive, there isn't always honey, And yet, all time and every time, home is expecting the money, I want to make her smile, my mama, even my friend's mummy, To pay the price of motherhood to them more than the once off I'll pay the dowry, But see life, how hard it's feary, in sadness we gnash, I'm teary, But who do I tell how hard it's, It has been off though, and we chase everyday for the coming to be at ease, A soldier without a gun I'm, I keep fighting for the bakery, not crumb, I really can't be at ease,

By: Uthman Azeez A. Smile was the coverage Mask was the leverage They thought it was mine, the little smile I'm wearing is on mortgage   To whom do I tell my misery When with theirs, it's well hidden, its mystery  It's not a fake Because it's just an ache   Cloth covering the shabby skin An astonishing face with the body of an obvious bin Human I'm truly, but sadness makes its life in me like a living being Who do I tell and yell to my worries; others will shout that "it all happens to living things"   Tears beneath the face Beyond one, it's taking the brace Transforming in level and winning my every phase When just a normal life with balance smile is all I chase

WELCOME TO OUR BLOG SITE Smile was the coverage Mask was the leverage They thought it was mine, the little smile I'm wearing is on mortgage To whom do I tell my misery When with theirs, it's well hidden, it's mystery  It's not a fake Because it's just an ache Cloth covering the shabby skin An astonishing face with the body of an obvious bin Human I'm truly, but sadness makes its life in me like a living being Who do I tell and yell to my worries, others will shout that "it all happens to living things" Tears beneath the face Beyond one, it's taking the brace Transforming in level and winning my every phase When just a normal life with balance smile is all I chase