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Learn to Starve Yourself

Before their hands withhold the plate, Before you're taught that hunger's fate, Learn to dine on less than full, To tame the beast, to break the pull. When crumbs are kings and silence feasts, You’ll find your strength among the least. A man who’s fasted tastes the air, Yet walks with calm through lean despair. Let discipline become your bread, And self-control the path you tread. For those who feast at others' cost Will leave you starving, cold, and lost. So train your gut to not depend On every gift that others send. Choose now the hunger you embrace— Or else be emptied in disgrace. Freedom wears a lighter frame, It does not beg, it plays no game. To starve by will is not to lose— It is the fiercest strength you choose.
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Nkatha

Nkatha, brow furrowed, a storm in her head,
Thoughts like dark clouds, a heavy heart dread.
"This job," she whispers, a sigh in the air,
"Is it a burden, a life I can't bear?"

Each day a battle, a spirit subdued,
A monotonous grind, misunderstood.
"Is this all there is?" a question so deep,
A yearning for purpose, a promise to keep.

The drudgery beckons, a soul-sucking tide,
"Like hell's chained prisoner, nowhere to hide."
But Nkatha's a fire, though embers may dim,
A spirit that's yearning, a strength yet to win.

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