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 Jun 2016
Debbie Ogenyi
I want a taste
Chocolate or vanilla Im unsure
See how creamy from afar
But my tongue knows not your worth
Delicious or just a beautiful colour
How can I tell
Im broke and cant afford you
But I'll have you anyway
Without any permission
Without a penny
Its a bet with my friends
To know exactly the taste of you
Dont feel bad
I cant fail a bet
Im sorry
Forgive me
Its all for me
But its all because of you
Can't remember when I wrote this but its most likely inspired by stories of people who take advantage of women.not for love but just to satisfy their curiosity.
 May 2016
Amrita
I paint myself blue to remind me of your melancholy;
White to remind me of your smile,so holy.

I paint myself green to represent your calmness;
Yellow to represent your charm.
Pink for the times I knew I loved you,nothing more nothing less;
Purple for the endless times I desired to cup your face in my palm.

I paint myself blue to remind me of your melancholy;
White to remind me of your smile,so holy.


I paint myself red to symbolize your anger;
Orange to symbolize your madness.
Brown for your eyes full of danger;
Black for your soul spilling with grief and sadness.

I paint myself blue to remind me of your melancholy;
White to remind me of your smile,so holy.


I scrub myself to wash your scent off of me;
I mix all the colours until they form one colour.
I wash it all off until my brown skin is all I can see;
I may have lost you but I can see myself clearer.
 May 2016
Debbie Ogenyi
You wonder why she loved you
Deceit lust and betrayal
But  she did,eyes blinded
Till truth unfolds with time
Love it fades in the face of reality
Bitter but real

Let her flyaway
Let her breakfree

Listen,the sound of drums
Toes taping in rejoicing
Hear  the the laughter of freedom
She is no longer your prisoner
Let her walk with her head held high
She is beauty,elegance and dignity

You wonder why she loved you
Toture disrespect and hate
But she did,Ignorance
She held on though her blistered palm
Knowing not her worth

But she knows today
See she smiles at her reflection
She is beautiful not because you say


Let her flyaway
Let her breakfree

— The End —