Excerpt from the poem "OFFENCES"
I won’t permit myself to be offended for I know where it leads; Because of my desired harvest, I refuse to plant those bitter seeds When they grow they are like weeds that come up to strangle; I will avoid wholly that, entrapping my fruit into that tangle. Release what’s been done to you, it’s black and white;Never is it true that two wrongs make a right.
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