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is that too ****** of a word for a poet?
Is it a grease stain in a pool of beauty?
Does it drip like venom from a person's tongue?
Can it melt your being into bits and pieces?
Does it bring shame to the mind that birthed it?
Can such a simple word break a poem?
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Detect emotional obsession.
I confess
I'm obsessed with
Conversational progression.
Agressive, kinda reckless.
Something restless.
Only restless from these
Restless nights...
Depression?
Congregated thoughts don't
Cause emotional recession.
And rejection
Is the only way my pride can be
Deflected.
Forgive me, I am feckless.


My mother gave me life, and yes
I see that she regrets it!

I've seen many in this gender;
Tying their essence
to another's existence,
Trying so hard to please and impress;
leaving them disappointed and depressed

I've seen many in this gender;
Reduced to drudgery and slavery
lose themselves and bravery
Regarded as a mere piece of meat
beaten and trodden under their lover's feet.

I've seen many in this gender;
Run away from public sight
afraid to men, it would be a slight
Holding back salient potentials
thinking to the world, are not essential.

I've seen many in this gender;
Used mainly for pleasure
taken to have no place or future
Treated in utter disdain
left to suffer innumerable pain

Yet I've seen some in this gender;
Awaken from their slumber
though few in number
leave beautiful memories and irrecoverable marks
refusing to be silenced at the back

So to us of this gender;
I believe there's more to you and me,
More than what the society sees.
Dare to be among the few that leaves their shield
Dare to be among the few that rises and not yield.


Chi Obinna