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...a whut? Poem

I have no power to
Stop somebody from hating me
Nor the power to
Stop somebody from loving me

So why bother..?

-R, 14th October 2019


The story behind the poem's title is my 1st reaction when i first heard what was really happening.

 What was the happening thangg? You'll ask. Well, this is one of the bizarre event of my life.. it's about a very bold man (i have to admit). at first, i was left puzzled in the hallway but on 14th of October, everything was very clear to me.

I was not very shocked as people thought me i should have.  Such a bold act, all i could describe.

This poem is dedicated to what was happening on me and has nothing to do with everyone. I really appreciate your love for my blog and my writings as promised, my digital diary. But dang, i am too shyyy to write every single piece of my ages crocheted mind. I think a lot a daydreaming a lot! Whoever reads the poems in the blog  and wondering, keep on cause I do enjoy left people puzzled.  

 Love & peace (salam),
Raihana, & no one else.

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