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Justice_Eberechi
19/M/Nigeria A law student at the UNIVERSITY OF PORT-HARCOURT, NIGERIA. / Writer. / Poet. / Spoken word artist. / IG: @justice_eberechi
This is not a solace This is not a relapse This is not her loosing her guard But this is freedom Freedom from a cold hard heart Freedom to rise above the tempest Freedom to rejuvenate Freedom like Mata Hari -Justice Eberechi
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Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 4:10 PM UTC
Freedom for HER
If I'm to choose an abundance of petals It will be your smile If I'm to choose a hologram for my kids It will be your face If I'm to choose my noir and brightest star It will still be you .
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Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 3:06 AM UTC
HOOKED
You whirl my mind You burn my soul You shot out my heart deep into the earth's core As I lay screaming out your name.
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Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 6:37 PM UTC
Untitled
If you can brace yourself to the truth of these words And let them flow through the streams of your hearts If you can hold on to thy steps just to bring the chicken home And silence thy ears to the whispers of doubt If you can distill thy heart like the waters And flow in meekness to the real world calling out your name If you can learn to live for others And accommodate the blast of barking orders If you can unlock your "chi" And direct your path to its actions If you can shelter strangers in the toughest of the tempest If you can smile at life's rude call Knowing it is but for a moment If you can rebuild the burnt bridges with kindness And scatter the treasures of thy sympathy afar If you can answer a friends call at sunset If you can be oblivious of hatred And congratulate another's victory without envy If you can stretch out thy hands to reassure my weary bones And build me a home of precious stones If you can answer thy master's disturbing call And seat at his feet like his lapdog If you can hold on to the truth And let trust be your booth. Then, you my child Will dine in the table of honour Wearing a crown With a mouth full of "thank you" speeches.
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Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 4:17 AM UTC
IF (A RUDYARD KIPLING) RE-WRITTEN
I will make you my queen So you wouldn't have to wait for the next season.
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC
Dear Heartthrob
I will build you a home Without walls, bricks and fancy fireplaces. I will build you a home within me. Showering you with kindness And saving you from darkness.
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC
Untitled
We live in deeds, Not years. In thoughts, Not breath. In feelings, Not figures on a dial. Life's but a means unto an end. That end, beginning, mean an end to all things...God. But if man was God, He'll set fire to the heavens and make it rain volcanoes on us. He'll feast on our sins, and evenly dispatch iniquities to the ends of the earth. Like mushrooms, we would be effortlessly plucked into the bags of his hunters, at the occurrence of a mistake. If man was God, Grace would be in yonder, and his commands will hurt our little hearts meant to sojourn in peace. If man was God, he wouldn't be GOD... but man isn't GOD. Written By: Justice Eberechi
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Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
IF MAN WAS GOD
Remember me for when am gone Let my funeral be solidified with black and white For I go to a place where there is no sun Where there is no light Where I won't ignite your laughter with fun Where ill only sit back crying at my plight. Remember me when am laid to rest May my memories be your lullaby Though am not the first But my death will be your last cry And your last quest You'll have with me when I go down dry. Remember me my dear For by the cold hand of death I'm carried away To a place where my only companion is fear Of where my soul belongs and where it will stay Deep down of the peace I may not have so near But remember me for this I pray.
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Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
remember me
These hiatus burgeons daily. The air parches constantly. The music we heard together is no more music. The bread we broke together tastes No more than bread. All desolate, for your beauty died. I saw your hands hold the glass Waggled my heart stir with desideratum A requisition I lost at the sight of your Beauty that died.
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Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 1:55 AM UTC
BEAUTY DIED
I do not have super strength I can't run through fire My heart is not made of stone But, I do not break my rules... The reason I am stronger.
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Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
STRENGTH