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Clawing Out

By Ng’ong’a

The only thing sane to do is to shake the dirt off my shoulder and keep stepping on it.

Meanwhile the dirt keeps piling on me. You would think life has conspired with fate to have me buried alive. But I I’m going to shake it off Taylor Swift way until I rise out. I will claw my way out if this ditch and I might not see it now but I know something good is happening. I do not know how it will come to pass but I know this is not a permanent residence. It is temporary. I might not be sure how I will get through this but I know I will shine my light out of this tunnel. This matrix will not have a piece of me. I am liberating my self. This is the story of my emancipation and freedom. This too shall pass!

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