Pride

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Written by Ojini Adaobi 

Why should it be me?
Why all these accumulation?
Why is this so mean?
Why is there so much misconception?

I can’t do this again
It gives me so much pain
And yet with no gain

Oh pride, how can you be so high
Even with the inward struggles so nigh
You don’t want to do this
And a closer look shows it's all mist

Why am I struggling?
With no ground for grumbling
It's all pride

Parading itself with so much stride.

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