Ray Anyasi Biography

I've been labeled, been tagged in a hurry.
Garments worn on me which were not flory.
yet none has cared to listen for my side.
Yet, have they not stripped me bare of all pride?
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Lead me there.
The still waters
where my feet
sails a stiff wave
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we stayed out late to count the stars
where maga men would park their cars
the cold outside we do care less for
where was charles then all along
i loved you but you loved him more
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Home is gone, stolen by our enemy.
Home is broken, and nothing left for me.
Now I live in the wreck of an old van,
And my pillow is a soiled baking pan.
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What is this thing? Are we married or not?
Only a nuptial bond will make meaning.
Yet passion binds us to uncertain lot.
Make us husband and wife or we're nothing.
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