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You are the co – pilot,
That will steer my human fuselage,
whilst my captain eyes are laid to rest in living blindness.

Steering me into the hearts,
of the fragrant families called red roses,
That will make my lungs dance in the smell of love.

Steering me away.
Away from the sharp smoke of the ‘polluting mob’,
That will make my lungs shatter in the smell of abuse.

But I trust in you, nose.

My journey will be safe with you.

Justine Louisy

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You excite my Sahara tongue as it is
slumped lifelessly in the cave of my mouth.

Tickling footsteps of your atomic bubbles,
making my gum groove to the music of fizz.

The fumes of your light lemon creating an alluring
smell to my basic breath.

The soaking sweetness of your body as it slides
down my throat making my blood vessels spring with hyperactivity

and so, my tummy laughs hysterically.

I feel like a child again…

Justine Louisy

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Listen my friend.
Try to understand that the
symbolisms sealed on this land,
can make your tears laugh,
or make your embraces collapse.

I am talking about a spider,
struggling to hang onto his web.
His home of aspirations.

I am talking about the single strands of
grass in the field that are cut by a lawn
mower.
The many fallen dead of our armed forces in the battlefield.

I am talking about mature gold resting on
the water.
The cruise of the rich life.

Inquisitive symbolisms.
Reflective symbolisms.

Life symbolisms.

Do you understand?

Justine louisy

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Happy Friday! Here’s a simple poem with deep connotations. Enjoy 😊
Mummy used to buy me hair grease,
for my hair was a seismic wave of crease.
The scalp crying sweat,
the tantrums were the onset.

Wide tooth comb have mercy on the nots,
nests of lies and cheeky clots.
The flurries of dandruff deposit,
the skeletons in the closet.

Mummy brought out the blue magic,
the long strands thirsty to become ethic.
Such a wave of moisture,
like the silkiness of an oyster.

A perfect layer of braided Cornrows,
blended amongst the tropical mangoes.

Mummy says to me you’re a woman now,
be prepared and ready to plough,
the knotty hairs of your little ones.

Go and buy the same hair grease,
to ensure their naughty traits mature into peace.

Justine Louisy

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So... I’ve mentioned about braids but now let’s talk about the preparation of Afro hair and the goodness of hair grease (metaphorically speaking 😁😅) enjoy!!
Let
Let your feet talk you through your steps forward.

Let your head become the private office space for your brain to work in.

Justine Louisy

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Midweek motivation! Keeping it short and sweet as always 😊 have a great day!
Day 364.
They are at it again the
barks and bites of the gunfire’s.
It’s difficult to put them on a leash.

The bomb’s outburst of religion, poverty and gender equality.
His roar burns our inner armour.

We are in the belly of the nuclear scent our
death bed.
No words of oxygen. We have lost the fight.

And here we are smiling

a debris smile.

Help us europe.
Justine Louisy
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Throwing it back to the migrant crisis back in 2016... a moving piece with sentimental value. Let’s look out for each other REGARDLESS of background circumstance. We are ALL HUMAN. Put yourself in their shoes for a minute.... ❤️🙏🏽
Fly kicked from the hot oil,
the one that said,

“I will coat you in goldenness!”

Your soaked by the cloths tears of bleach a
playful bath-time of toxic shrieks.
Not as sweet as you were.

You tremble into the duplicitous trap of Charlotte’s web.
Tangle and twine.
Magic won’t save you.

You can’t hide away from the Pitbull’s saliva squad…..


Kinetic + Kitchen = your fate.

Enjoy!

Justine Louisy
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