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went online today
saw some really romantic poems
it got me soft inside and hard outside
then i start
how could she?
what was she thinking?
she i old enough to choose right, must be stupid
was it love? am sure the bulged stomach
its a ball full of regrets
want to write nice but truth must be told
you play with fire only when you want to burn
I KNOW WHAT YOU ALL ARE THINKING
fooling ourselves with the story of the girl
that ate soaked gari with mango
hear out b4 assumptions
HAPPY AT HER, BEING BROUGHT TO HEART
THINGS WERE KILLED
THINGS WERE INGESTED
SHE WAS CELEBRATED
PRAYED FOR BY FRIENDS AND ENEMIES

SHE HAD EVERYTHING
IT WAS ALL AT HER DISPOSAL
SHE WAS LAZY
HER BEAUTY WAS RARE
ALSO A MANIAC AT DOING THINGS

IT GOT WRONG
WHEN HER PARENTS DIED
BROUGHT UP BY A ******* GUARDIAN
ALL HAPPENED SIMULTANEOUSLY

IT GOT WORSE
HER INNER CONSCIENCE HAD BEEN BURIED
SHE WAS THE DEVIL HERSELF
A GREEN SNAKE IN GREEN GRASS WAS SHE
NEVER FAR FROM EVIL
EVIL NEVER FAR FROM HER

PRAYER BY ENEMIES THEN STICKED
IT FOLLOWED HER AS HER SHADOW
NEVER LEFT HER FOR A MOMENT
UNTIL HER ULTIMATE RUIN.
on a hot day
on a cold night
trees moving systemically to the wind
left, right and center as a dance
leaves jumping for joy
cool breeze soothening the nerves
fat men under sheds
dark men in  white shirts
facelessness of the dark makes children uneasy
chatter from girls, talks from boys
elders glued to radio
mothers in wrappers tending to food
promises made at the dark corners
babies snoring
the breeze stops
mosquitoes alert for food
wrappers make swoosh sound
legs,hand beaten in despiration to ****
the restlessness of the childeren becomes a burden
the radio an unending noise
life is weird
even on a cold night it can be hot.


akinwale damilare

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