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			<title>The weight of quiet</title>
			<description>This poem draws our attention to silent battles that many fight, and yet they hold in inside with no one to talk to. As we talk about depression, this poem opens our eyes to the pain of silence. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne_munira/3125348/</link>
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			<title>Forgotten sons</title>
			<description>This poem highlights the plight of the boychild in today's world. It is a call to pay more attention to the boychild and contribute to their wellbeing. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne_munira/3125345/</link>
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			<title>The Soil Will Remember</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;She wasgiven, not asked -A girlwrapped in the quiet of custom.Barelywoman, yet bound to a manWho calledher &amp;ldquo;wife&amp;rdquo; before she found her voice.&amp;nbsp;Her dayswere numbered by swollen moons,Her body avessel - again, again.Year afteryear..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne_munira/2957107/</link>
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			<title>The Voice They Never Heard</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;O the fireshe felt a fire inside-Not loud,but slow and sure.A whisperechoing through her chest,&amp;ldquo;I wasmeant for something more.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;But handsreached out to cage her light,Theirsmiles lined with disbelief.Theywrapped their words in ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anne_munira/2957103/</link>
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			<title>To where would I run?</title>
			<description>This poem carries the voice of a young African girl who is set to undergo female genital mutilation. Within these words lies the painful reality of a rite that has been passed down generations.</description>
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