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YOU MIGHT KNOW ME

You might know me. We walk past each other on the street, or probably we hail each other with a greeting. I see you, you see me, I am a regular person you are inclined to believe, I have a job like any other person. I am tall or petite, pretty with well dressed hair, unattractive but with an appealing voice. Mmmm! You know me as a friend, neighbour, classmate or even in a spiritual event but we have met and laughed, cried or spoken in whispers. You have asked my candid view at one point or the other and didn't think it was me. 
Here, a little fact about me. I have been around for a very long time, you could say you can't do without me. In some cultures, I am highly venerated, while in others, I am not to be discussed, only to be pointed at. Ssssh! Funny in this new era I have seen those who belong to your station, sneak into my circle and society.
I have a beautiful child, who is the start of my life. You might have raised them up and played with them. They are in the midst of your darling pampered children, in their white socks and mirror gleaming shoes, well pressed uniforms. Together they play as friends at the house of knowledge and receive the same lessons from the tutors.
You might know me- I love just as you do, only fiercer than you. I manifest all you could possibly think of, I have ambition, I dream and work for glory just like any other living human. This you probably don't believe but I do. I have watched those I hold close react crazy to me or my circle. I did it to save those I loved but they picked up verbal stones to hurl at me, like they were sinless; I chose what I did! Do you embrace what you are doing? Do you do it to save face, to appear just?

Think again of all I said. I have given something, you leave your world for me. Who am I?
                               Written by: HRS Andromeda
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