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Mistybwoy411
36/M/Nigeria Am a health worker and a poet and also so so emotional
#childrenofthenight The Red light district, they crave for At dusk, they are angles At dawn, they are  Vultures Ready to defrost you like broken angles Waiting to be placed in one piece When you know destruction can't find peace Hang around dark corner like a savage bat Different gents run around them like rat Being chased down to be killed Diseases they advertise with skills Outward and inward, a naive man gets it free of charge If he doesn't apply the top notch to be in charge Of the room, that might be filled with smiling odors That's can make you throw up The color of the odors, you feel it's visible Nah,it's a infectious set up Children of the night, leave in a room of coloured light Expression and experience makes one understand They are so mean like the thief of the night And act like vampires waiting on the stand To be staked in the heart By day, you know all their make up was just an act . No virtue girls, and have no concern for perseverance .
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Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 3:37 PM UTC
Children of the night
#lucia The light, needs no definition Because its a significant of happiness when it shines And one's heart is fill up like a nation That's it's existence is nice Because of one human in a female form That darkness sees and run Knowing That oil and water never mix And the division of the sea,was a myth But her presence in the place of hate brings wealth And in sickness, she speaks health In sadness she illuminates peace That any man with forth of sight can't risk Little do I know about her, But her kinds doesn't know about her Her creation and making It's the beginning of making From dry lands to the hills of fountains She is also represents the youth fountains A womb opener to a family of treasures And her transcendence have no measures To match her pacesetting And finding that she proposes, genetics, she will know no resting Lucia, the daughter of an emperor Of his kingdom that he rules and roars Fake people see her as a problem But real people love her as a realm And stream of consciousness Lots to say,but if there were any justice in this world The real people will ways win But they anit no justice for those who seek to win Nuff respeek
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Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 12:15 PM UTC
Lucia
Tell your daughters how you love your body. Tell them how they must love theirs. Tell them to be proud of every bit of themselves— from their tiger stripes to the soft flesh of their thighs, whether there is a little of them or a lot, whether freckles cover their face or not, whether their curves are plentiful or slim, whether their hair is thick, curly, straight, long or short. Tell them how they inherited their ancestors, souls in their smiles, that their eyes carry countries that breathed life into history, that the swing of their hips does not determine their destiny. Tell them never to listen when bodies are critiqued. Tell them every woman’s body is beautiful because every woman’s soul is unique and paramount Like the ice mountain, that everyone intends to climb For fortune and never body shame a female child.
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Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 3:22 PM UTC
The Girl Child