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By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Back in the days
People see city as the way out
But recent happenings
Had proved diaspora
As the messiah.

Moulding lives beyond the awe.
Crowning efforts made
With beautiful payments.
Giving meaning to lives events.
Dignifying the last jew man.

Beautiful diaspora:
Thou art so colourful
In your own ways;
Exhuming your challenges and rules
Which flaws men that violates your orders.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

If you must call my name:
Call me what I am
And not what I'm not:
I will understand.

If you must call my name:
Call it not in your mean state
But with a soft tone:
That will be better for us.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

You are free
To love or hate me
Because that doesn't define me.

You are free
To smile or repel with a scowl
Because life left us with so many options.

You are free
To appoint or disappoint me
Because there are many opportunities waiting for me to harness.

You are free
To agree or disagree with me
Because opinion offers itself as a freelance sailor.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Frustrated in the midst of affairs
Wherein men punk and junk.

Becoming overbearing
Wherein you couldn't take it anymore.

Adopt a smile
And mean it.

Alarm for help
And pour out.

Become a big mess
With your tears.

Become a big boss
In your mindset:

Create a beautiful future
With a fantasy;

Create a list of survivors
And include yourself.

Forget the pains
Even if it is for a moment.

Reborn yourself
And start afresh...

Do all you can
But don't write that suicide note.

Do all you can
But don't take your own life.
This poem pleads with all men; not to make suicide an option in their challenged states.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

If I have ever been broken:
It is because I allowed it.

If I have ever been trampled upon:
It is because I didn't react.

If I have ever been delayed:
It is because I was foolish enough not to know where I belong.

If I have ever been stagnated:
It is because I stayed in the midst of the wrong people for too long.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Lacking means, battling life:
Hospitals cares with cash.

Lacking help, hopeless state:
Consolation passes by.

Installments made, non completion:
Ward round cares with eyes.

Treatments skipped, Deterioration sings:
Life goes into extinction.
This poem exhales the state of the poor in some hospitals and why some people die before their time.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I was there when the nobles
Announced our fate.

In the midst of they wherein
I marveled:

As the world started banking
At my presence

And searches for a proxy
Whose reliability disseminates entrustment

Until hope started speaking
My local dialects.
The narrator shares the experience of having been in a meeting that decided the fate of her people via foreign aid.
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