Since I have become an
unnecessary annoyance to you,
Why are you still hanging
around me.
Why are you so desperate
to attach yourself to me?
Why not simply allow me to go?
Everything you said about me is true,
Yes you are correct,
Yes you are right.
I am a nonconformist.
Let me go my own way.
We are not seeing eye to eye.
We are not meant to be together.
You will wake up tomorrow and thank me for leaving.
A leopard can never change its skin
The ocean can never flow backwards.
The sun must always rise from the east.
When a man can no longer breath,
he dies.
This arrangement of forceful cohabitation can no longer work.
This integration is choking me.
This amalgamation is suffocating.
You know it's not working .
I am the lion from the Ibo tribe.
I am the king of the African forest.
I am the whirlwind,
I am the storm,
I am the rain,
I fall where ever I chose.
Grace is upon me.
The breath of the Almighty propels me.
My intent to survive is genuine.
I have already proven it to you.
Don't force yourself on me.
Don't intimidate me,
I am not such a one.
I will fearlessly
and vehemently oppose you.
You forced me into a corner
as if I am a social *****
I cannot function like that.
I am a free spirit.
I must soar.
Let me be.
©2017. Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 6:17 AM UTC
Since I have become an
unnecessary annoyance to you,
Why are you still hanging
around me.
Why are you so desperate
to attach yourself to me?
Why not simply allow me to go?
Everything you said about me is true,
Yes you are correct,
Yes you are right.
I am a nonconformist.
Let me go my own way.
We are not seeing eye to eye.
We are not meant to be together.
You will wake up tomorrow and thank me for leaving.
A leopard can never change its skin
The ocean can never flow backwards.
The sun must always rise from the east.
When a man can no longer breath,
he dies.
This arrangement of forceful cohabitation can no longer work.
This integration is choking me.
This amalgamation is suffocating.
You know it's not working .
I am the lion from the Ibo tribe.
I am the king of the African forest.
I am the whirlwind,
I am the storm,
I am the rain,
I fall where ever I chose.
Grace is upon me.
The breath of the Almighty propels me.
My intent to survive is genuine.
I have already proven it to you.
Don't force yourself on me.
Don't intimidate me,
I am not such a one.
I will fearlessly
and vehemently oppose you.
You forced me into a corner
as if I am a social *****
I cannot function like that.
I am a free spirit.
I must soar.
Let me be.
©2017. Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.
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