Why does the world stamps me as jinx, everyone I use to call my own has now departed from my life.
when my path was drenched with cream and the rock poured out to me streams of olive oil, I was a friend to everyone but now that my life is no less than an empty barren and my bow unstrung they world detest me and kept their distance away.They will not hesitate to spit on my face.
Anywhere I go, I never find safety, terror overwhelmed me and my security vanishes. Jinx they call me and reject my presence in the counsel of the godly.
My dignity is at stake and about to be driven by the wind. When I standup, no one looks at my weary face and coorporate with me. Why am I the odd one and always discriminated amongst my peers?, when I am not an outcast.
I am one of them but they mark my presence inauspicious.

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