AWURAA - Hello Poetry

My tongue has not been kind towards you. My eyes have not always displayed my affection for you. My ears have not always listened to you. My hands have not always helped you. My feet have not always walked with you. My heart has not always loved you. My mind has not always thought justly of you. I now see that this is also your first go at life. So, I'll not take that right away from you. I will make sure my tongue shows you kindness, that my eyes will display my affection for you. That my ears will listen to you, That my hands will help you. That my feet will walk towards you, my heart to always love you. And my mind to always thinks justly of you.

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 8:15 AM UTC

To those I forget I love.

My tongue has not been kind towards you. My eyes have not always displayed my affection for you. My ears have not always listened to you. My hands have not always helped you. My feet have not always walked with you. My heart has not always loved you. My mind has not always thought justly of you. I now see that this is also your first go at life. So, I'll not take that right away from you. I will make sure my tongue shows you kindness, that my eyes will display my affection for you. That my ears will listen to you, That my hands will help you. That my feet will walk towards you, my heart to always love you. And my mind to always thinks justly of you.

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My sisters, my loves. I'm entranced by their smiles, Their laughter, Their Joy, Their essence, Their ability to story tell. My sisters, my loves. The ones who have built me up more times then I can count. My sisters, my loves. I pray the best for you. I pray the Lord's Spirit will always guide you. My sisters my loves. Your love will forever be with me. Your advice will shape me to become the sister I need to be.

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 8:14 AM UTC

My sisters

My sisters, my loves. I'm entranced by their smiles, Their laughter, Their Joy, Their essence, Their ability to story tell. My sisters, my loves. The ones who have built me up more times then I can count. My sisters, my loves. I pray the best for you. I pray the Lord's Spirit will always guide you. My sisters my loves. Your love will forever be with me. Your advice will shape me to become the sister I need to be.

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I am not soft spoken but you bring a different side out of me. My tongue, musters confessions of condescending curses. My mind it races to find the wrongs in others, because I'm, I am blameless. I am not soft spoken but you, you bring a different side out of me. I want to hold you close, cover you bountiful cheeks with kisses. Feed you meals that would keep you warm day after day. Watch you grow up to become the great woman God has called you to be, You bring the warm side out of me. For some reason I want to protect you, make you laugh and listen to you speak. Woman I am not soft spoken. But look at what you have done to me.

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 8:13 AM UTC

Woman.

I am not soft spoken but you bring a different side out of me. My tongue, musters confessions of condescending curses. My mind it races to find the wrongs in others, because I'm, I am blameless. I am not soft spoken but you, you bring a different side out of me. I want to hold you close, cover you bountiful cheeks with kisses. Feed you meals that would keep you warm day after day. Watch you grow up to become the great woman God has called you to be, You bring the warm side out of me. For some reason I want to protect you, make you laugh and listen to you speak. Woman I am not soft spoken. But look at what you have done to me.

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If I bore my mind on my skin, It would have been an atrocity to look at. The inscriptions of my whole being, the seasons that made me. Times that changed me. If I bore my mind on my skin, You would question if I was even a christian, the lust, the anger, the sinful nature within. You'd think that as christians we would be the best to begin with. We know and say our God died for us, but on the daily we choose Him over what's embedded He embedded in us; refusing for his nature to grow in us, for him to have his being in us. If I bore my mind on my skin, The black ink will turn into a pools of darkness for the tears I shed mentally for fear of looking weak. The insults I hurled at others trapped within, circling in dark spirals of bitterness, they would have had to ink those inscriptions over my chest; as it led me to hate what I could love. If I bore my mind on my skin, curse words would take a quarter of it; I find that the further I run away from him, the darker my tongue becomes, you would have to paint my tongue black with ink and continue that pen's tracing to my teeth, engrave them deeply within, the gritty sounds filling your ears as you realise how terrible I have been. If I bore my mind on my skin, The world would deem me unlovable. As would I so to that, I will not try and compromise. If I bore my mind on my skin, I would be as dark as the night's sky, with white specks of where scripture passed me by.

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 8:13 AM UTC

If I bore my mind on my skin.

If I bore my mind on my skin, It would have been an atrocity to look at. The inscriptions of my whole being, the seasons that made me. Times that changed me. If I bore my mind on my skin, You would question if I was even a christian, the lust, the anger, the sinful nature within. You'd think that as christians we would be the best to begin with. We know and say our God died for us, but on the daily we choose Him over what's embedded He embedded in us; refusing for his nature to grow in us, for him to have his being in us. If I bore my mind on my skin, The black ink will turn into a pools of darkness for the tears I shed mentally for fear of looking weak. The insults I hurled at others trapped within, circling in dark spirals of bitterness, they would have had to ink those inscriptions over my chest; as it led me to hate what I could love. If I bore my mind on my skin, curse words would take a quarter of it; I find that the further I run away from him, the darker my tongue becomes, you would have to paint my tongue black with ink and continue that pen's tracing to my teeth, engrave them deeply within, the gritty sounds filling your ears as you realise how terrible I have been. If I bore my mind on my skin, The world would deem me unlovable. As would I so to that, I will not try and compromise. If I bore my mind on my skin, I would be as dark as the night's sky, with white specks of where scripture passed me by.

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I hope you realise that not all art is made for the world to see. Some art is made to be treasured; treasured by one's true self, treasured by those who love that self. Some art is created as a footprint, a step up, continuous practice. One that will lead to a better you, one that could lead to a better me. Not all art is created for the world to see, and in this world that has created this cycle of never-ending people-watching, people-desiring, we desire to be seen too quickly. We express our art too quickly. Forgetting that lives where taken because of the talent they bore, that people where killed not just for who they where, but who they were going to be. Not all art is made for the world to see. Some art should be expressed in the deepest of places. In one's heart, in one's mind, between one's love and between one's God. Not all art is made for the world to see.

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 8:12 AM UTC

Not all art is made for the world to see.

I hope you realise that not all art is made for the world to see. Some art is made to be treasured; treasured by one's true self, treasured by those who love that self. Some art is created as a footprint, a step up, continuous practice. One that will lead to a better you, one that could lead to a better me. Not all art is created for the world to see, and in this world that has created this cycle of never-ending people-watching, people-desiring, we desire to be seen too quickly. We express our art too quickly. Forgetting that lives where taken because of the talent they bore, that people where killed not just for who they where, but who they were going to be. Not all art is made for the world to see. Some art should be expressed in the deepest of places. In one's heart, in one's mind, between one's love and between one's God. Not all art is made for the world to see.

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I pray that Mania never finds you She’ll dig her claws into you, as if you never had a name Why I see her as a woman, I really can’t pertain, but still, she stains, her lips with whispering lies and fantasies she wishes you to hold onto. Your mind growing darker with the hatred that she births within you I pray that Mania never finds you.

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Mar 3

Mar 3, 2026 at 5:47 PM UTC

Mania .

I pray that Mania never finds you She’ll dig her claws into you, as if you never had a name Why I see her as a woman, I really can’t pertain, but still, she stains, her lips with whispering lies and fantasies she wishes you to hold onto. Your mind growing darker with the hatred that she births within you I pray that Mania never finds you.

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It’s all a scam. From the multiple apps to the ‘choice’ to switch between the eight, it’s all a scam, rewiring my brain and disallowing me to connect with the present, my ability to create, my desire to want to create. It’s all scam. And I realise that with every vice I have called my own, i was looking for the one thing that God has already given me, ‘SANITY’. Peace of mind in a world of chaos. I tell myself time and time again, that I want to be different, that i want to focus, I want to study, I want to bring those ideas into reality but then I am left and the end of the bed. Laptop faced upwards on the right, phone right behind it, beckoning me to come grab it, to caress it in my hand, whilst it dismantles my brain, and yes, yes, most times I allow it to do it’s cause. I forget who I am what he has called me to be, what I am capable of. I cling onto these labels, saying that it is in you I move, it’s in you I breathe, it’s in you I have my being, whilst in God, I already have that. I love the idea of being able to digest, to break apart, to add more to and I am here fully seated, and i realise that that the things that I love can never bring me peace of mind, I truly realise this, I have , I do. Time and time again, I remind myself, that it is useless to cling onto to the materials of this world as moth will always destroy and dirt will always cause decay to them, but here I lie, here I stay. On the very device that draws me further away from you. No, it’s my very own heart that draws me further away from you and I’m done. I’m done with all the cursing and cussing, the procrastination and constant comparison. The desire to be better to do better but never doing anything. I’m done; I can’t take it anymore. So today, I dedicate my life to you, cause “I am a living sacrifice, I am a living sacrifice and I can’t take it lightly, I AM A LIVING SACRIFICE, YOU DON’T TAKE IT LIGHTLY.” “Mind, Body, Soul, have it all… Have it all.”

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Feb 20

Feb 20, 2026 at 7:38 AM UTC

Its all a scam.

It’s all a scam. From the multiple apps to the ‘choice’ to switch between the eight, it’s all a scam, rewiring my brain and disallowing me to connect with the present, my ability to create, my desire to want to create. It’s all scam. And I realise that with every vice I have called my own, i was looking for the one thing that God has already given me, ‘SANITY’. Peace of mind in a world of chaos. I tell myself time and time again, that I want to be different, that i want to focus, I want to study, I want to bring those ideas into reality but then I am left and the end of the bed. Laptop faced upwards on the right, phone right behind it, beckoning me to come grab it, to caress it in my hand, whilst it dismantles my brain, and yes, yes, most times I allow it to do it’s cause. I forget who I am what he has called me to be, what I am capable of. I cling onto these labels, saying that it is in you I move, it’s in you I breathe, it’s in you I have my being, whilst in God, I already have that. I love the idea of being able to digest, to break apart, to add more to and I am here fully seated, and i realise that that the things that I love can never bring me peace of mind, I truly realise this, I have , I do. Time and time again, I remind myself, that it is useless to cling onto to the materials of this world as moth will always destroy and dirt will always cause decay to them, but here I lie, here I stay. On the very device that draws me further away from you. No, it’s my very own heart that draws me further away from you and I’m done. I’m done with all the cursing and cussing, the procrastination and constant comparison. The desire to be better to do better but never doing anything. I’m done; I can’t take it anymore. So today, I dedicate my life to you, cause “I am a living sacrifice, I am a living sacrifice and I can’t take it lightly, I AM A LIVING SACRIFICE, YOU DON’T TAKE IT LIGHTLY.” “Mind, Body, Soul, have it all… Have it all.”

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True love is not our love for God but rather God’s love for us, it says so in 1 John 4:10. And at times we forget that, most times I forget that, that true love is God’s love for me and not my love for God. So instead of me doing works out of my ‘devotion’ to Him, I must let him be the one who guides me in how I should love others. For he is my lovers keeper. I am not a loving person. It is my desire to always “look out for myself.” And this manifests in different ways, At times I choose the comfort of my room over engaging with family. At times I choose speaking to those I know in church instead of speaking to new people that I don’t know- and this is only on the days I don’t rush home. Over a period of time, I allowed this callus to grow in my heart, wether it stemmed from the fear of rejection or pride- I’m not too sure, but I know it has affected the way I interact with people today, how I love my family, the way I see relationships, both platonic and romantic and truthfully it also affects the way I see our Father in heaven. So this why I can wholeheartedly say : I am not a loving person. Through the arguments I have with my sisters, my quiet time with the Lord and me listening to teachings of the word, I came to the conclusion that I. Need. Love. I need Agape love, God’s love above every other thing, because my interactions with others are affected by how much I accept that True love is not my love for God, it’s rather God’s love for me. So, when it says in John 13:34: “So now I am giving you a new commandment: Love each other. Just as I have loved you, you should love each other.” I realise that I am not loving out of my own strength, but I have to abide in the Lord and the Lord in me for me to bear the fruit of love. John 14:26 says that: ‘But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all things that I said to you. ‘ As we abide in the Lord and the Lord in us, we realise that his spirit will always keep us in check, he will send us little nudges on how we should love others. Because he is our helper- he is our lover’s keeper and he will keep us on the path of love by teaching us the best way to love others.

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Feb 19

Feb 19, 2026 at 7:30 AM UTC

My lovers keeper

True love is not our love for God but rather God’s love for us, it says so in 1 John 4:10. And at times we forget that, most times I forget that, that true love is God’s love for me and not my love for God. So instead of me doing works out of my ‘devotion’ to Him, I must let him be the one who guides me in how I should love others. For he is my lovers keeper. I am not a loving person. It is my desire to always “look out for myself.” And this manifests in different ways, At times I choose the comfort of my room over engaging with family. At times I choose speaking to those I know in church instead of speaking to new people that I don’t know- and this is only on the days I don’t rush home. Over a period of time, I allowed this callus to grow in my heart, wether it stemmed from the fear of rejection or pride- I’m not too sure, but I know it has affected the way I interact with people today, how I love my family, the way I see relationships, both platonic and romantic and truthfully it also affects the way I see our Father in heaven. So this why I can wholeheartedly say : I am not a loving person. Through the arguments I have with my sisters, my quiet time with the Lord and me listening to teachings of the word, I came to the conclusion that I. Need. Love. I need Agape love, God’s love above every other thing, because my interactions with others are affected by how much I accept that True love is not my love for God, it’s rather God’s love for me. So, when it says in John 13:34: “So now I am giving you a new commandment: Love each other. Just as I have loved you, you should love each other.” I realise that I am not loving out of my own strength, but I have to abide in the Lord and the Lord in me for me to bear the fruit of love. John 14:26 says that: ‘But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all things that I said to you. ‘ As we abide in the Lord and the Lord in us, we realise that his spirit will always keep us in check, he will send us little nudges on how we should love others. Because he is our helper- he is our lover’s keeper and he will keep us on the path of love by teaching us the best way to love others.

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Consistency. Consistency is my biggest enemy. Being the way I am, I have many plans, many purposes. But they carry no power because: Consistency. Consistency is my biggest enemy.

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Feb 17

Feb 17, 2026 at 6:21 PM UTC

Consistency.

Consistency. Consistency is my biggest enemy. Being the way I am, I have many plans, many purposes. But they carry no power because: Consistency. Consistency is my biggest enemy.

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"The good thing with a loss is that it comes with a realisation." -Deca OTA. Or was he not the one who even said that? Artists have song writers but still, It's interesting. What is it I realised during the time I lost time? … Following the flesh, I weakened my spirit and followed my lust. The realisation that I came across is that this path is dark. It's shameful as Job says. It takes you to a deep valley where the spirits of evil descend upon you. Some may hear their voices, others may just feel their presence. It's eerie, the presence that falls upon a man who follows the trap of lust. The numbness that slowly swallows a woman of God. It starts in her mind. Her decision to follow her pleasure. I have said it many times and I'll say it again. I may not be a lesbian, I am not attracted to females. But I know what they can do; I know what they can give. The comfort that a man may be too selfish to give. Too prideful to admit that he does not know how to please; how to pleasure. I am not gay. But I love pleasure. All kinds of pleasure. My flesh is never satisfied and I realise that through it's lack of satisfaction, I have a choice to become it's slave or me it's master. ... Interesting right. Referring to my body as if it were not my own. As if it where an enemy, merciless killer. The one that draws you and I apart. No matter what the world may think. The pleasure we give this body will never lead us on the right path. It can never lead us on the right path. It's physically impossible. Call it self hatred, self loathing. No. It's the loss that came with the realisation. The realisation that Pleasure can never satisfy this destitute part of me.

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Feb 16

Feb 16, 2026 at 1:30 PM UTC

The Loss that came with "A Realisation".

"The good thing with a loss is that it comes with a realisation." -Deca OTA. Or was he not the one who even said that? Artists have song writers but still, It's interesting. What is it I realised during the time I lost time? … Following the flesh, I weakened my spirit and followed my lust. The realisation that I came across is that this path is dark. It's shameful as Job says. It takes you to a deep valley where the spirits of evil descend upon you. Some may hear their voices, others may just feel their presence. It's eerie, the presence that falls upon a man who follows the trap of lust. The numbness that slowly swallows a woman of God. It starts in her mind. Her decision to follow her pleasure. I have said it many times and I'll say it again. I may not be a lesbian, I am not attracted to females. But I know what they can do; I know what they can give. The comfort that a man may be too selfish to give. Too prideful to admit that he does not know how to please; how to pleasure. I am not gay. But I love pleasure. All kinds of pleasure. My flesh is never satisfied and I realise that through it's lack of satisfaction, I have a choice to become it's slave or me it's master. ... Interesting right. Referring to my body as if it were not my own. As if it where an enemy, merciless killer. The one that draws you and I apart. No matter what the world may think. The pleasure we give this body will never lead us on the right path. It can never lead us on the right path. It's physically impossible. Call it self hatred, self loathing. No. It's the loss that came with the realisation. The realisation that Pleasure can never satisfy this destitute part of me.

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