To some
He’s born
On the wrong
part of the world

To others he’s above
Prime amidst the odds
Intelligencial murr
Diamond in the ruff
A young god
Or more

To some
He’s nut
Who knows not
What is right and what is wrong
Opposite wise;  probably curse
By the gods

To others he’s just a dude
From the hood
Who walk around with fade blue hat
On stitch rag and sewed bag
Striving; even with his bruised heart
Trying to rebuild his confused path

To some
He’s a dawg
Who dresses poor
Whose sense is bore
Whose thought needs cure
A piece of junk
Lilly-knight of the lost

To others he’s tore
Been through a lot
Take a trip to his world
Through his sea and shore
You wont make it back bros

To some he’s dumb
Somewhat numb
Fault
Paralysically not
Senserable to hurt
*
But for real; he’s just a boy
Who doesn’t need to be judge
For what he is or not
Can’t you see his strug'
He’s just a boy from the slum
Trying to make it to the top

Though my heart is wide and huge



It could only accommodate you

Because I'm on level zero
I can't find a girl; coz they're all chasing hero

With you by my side; Mate
We can move mountains out-of our way

I walk the street
Of the town labelled "Iroko hill"
I found this tree beautifully lined
The seeds and fruits dully aligned
Like a burning smile
On a sunny sky
The branch and leaves
Looks gorgeously green
Like a flowery beam
A sirius; it seems
The trunk and branch; tall and inclined
The flower glows
I wish she was mine
But I got the answer No
I picked a seed from a ***** branch
To give me hope
I plant this seed into the ground
I hope it grows
That after some years; if I'm still around
It'd yield a rose
But here I am
Stuck with this zombie plant
Although the leaves are bright too
But it doesn't outshine you
It's ego dare not near your might
It's just a subset of your light
So until the sun and moon collide
To eclipse my darkened sky
I won't give up the search
I'd hold on to this very path
Hoping you'd change your mind
And please be mine

I’ve always been at fault
Since I was born
Sometimes it feel like curse
Like I am stuck
And I lost the liver
The confidence to deliver
My body somewhat shiver
It’s hard to summon the courage
To spit what my heart coverage
Pain; sorrow
Vain; hollow
Lost hope for tomorrow
Misery; fear
Seasoning tear
Shattered beyond repair
Days with bad feeling
Nights counting ceiling
Same word; same ceiling
With nothing but same feeling
Empty and pale
Feeling of fail
Beaten and bullied as a child
Hurt and left out in the wild
Raised without anything
Struggling for everything
Adopted though not-orphaned
Accepting anything life offer
Problems and tragedy
Tucked-in silently
Used and molested
Left broken hearted
Close folks deserted
Love ones deceased
From life-threatening disease
Those are the threads that I weave
To form this poetic fabrics
But see; when situation broke me bad
Rhythmic poems stitch me back
With their words encrypt in my heart
And rhymes laced in my intestine
Poetry gave me a new soul
With her glowing light; I feel whole
I find it easy to express my stress
My state of mind and how I felt
In words
Than in talks
My speech delivery is whack; maybe
But with my pen; words never failed me
And all those circumstances that I’d dealt
Are the ink to my pen