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To me the world doesn't see
Shingirai Pensado, Zimbabwe
Extracted from the magazine of the National Association of Societies for the Care of the Handicapped (NASCOH) – January 2005

I am like ever a woman you see
Fit and strong in mind
Always scratching my head like scraping a pot of porridge
To find new ideas and memories of the past

The World always shuns me
When I try raise a point
It’s like I’m cutting meat with a blunt knife
Everyone turns a deaf ear

My heart always pumps
There is no day life is dull
I see black night everywhere
Life to me is constant

I am beautiful as a nut
But who can see my beauty.
When I’m covered by a shell?
Who will break the shell for me?

I am longing to see the sun
I’ve been mature for ages
I’m smooth as an olive
As bright as glowing candle.

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