The rod,pierce into her soul
stamped her soul with silent hatred
She trusted them all
Started from a sip of wine
Down to the corner of her room
Left alone to bleed out the pain
Disrespecting her independence
With horrible violence
A student,on her path to greatness
Her only crime was her beauty
She became mute,even when her mind was as loquacious as a parrot
It was just like a dream
Until the dream became a reality
The reality gave birth to a SCAR
A scar she must loved,care for unconditionally
Because she is now a mother

AYANFE

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BEAUTIFIED
The cynosure of all eyes
Her sight enslaved all eyes
Captivate all mind
Set all heart in motion
Just a step at a time, as she set the grace in motion
Educating all minds,schooling all thoughts
Scrumptious in that gown,as it hugged her in the right modifications
Looking "stupid" in the right proportions
Erasing all doubts of visible imperfections
Directing  all souls to that "stupidity"
Until we see beyond the appearance
A white sepulchre,in her best presentation
The pads and the colourful attractions
Upgraded her visible imperfection to a celebrated perfection
She was just a pondo yam,presenting herself as pounded yam
A tale of confusing deception
*AYANFE

The stars in your eyes,the happiness that it brings

The peace in your smile,the emotions in  your laughter

The grace you command with your aura

Have u ever thought of it, the  effect of your present in your absent

Wait, do you even notice how the rhythm from  your body  

Send the right harmonics to my heart leading to an instantaneous arrhythmia

In each breath ,i can feel your presence..

You are audible even in your silence

you are a not my goal,but you are my ambition

My passion in every jurisdiction,my compassion in every situation

Lost in your attitude,i can get enough of that magnitude

I'm not lost of words,its disrespectful to classify that uniqueness

I can't call it perfect,cos perfection is the new beautiful

Since every lady is believe to be beautiful

You are not just good looking,you are beautiful in every aspect of your life

Just for you

A victim of selective segregation

A society of articulated differential synopsis

Weaponising religiosity with extreme hypocrisy

Aided by the water drinking ****** perfectionist

Who bath their illusion with institutionalised pride

They force the common man,to trade his superiority for their overpriced inferiority

Until they were embedded in a caste of  self pitying and planned rejection

Just like a self updated software..

They were condemned by the same society,in which they worked so hard to satisfy

They only had a scratch,but the hatred drive it to a wound

They became rotten,spoilt to the outside world

They were tagged unhealthy  not acceptable in any form for human consumption

Discarded and thrown away and left to rotten to death

They were filled with hatred ,frustrated,and ***** by love

Like a condemn  prisoner who found himself in siberia for a minor case

They were locked up in a depression gown

So death became the only way,the only liberation from the eternal suffering

The deluded hypocritical society celebrated that with a visible stunt

And the cycle continues

AYANFE

suicide is never a solution,just a passage to eternal suffering

I'm addicted to your smell,enslave to your fragrance

I cultivated the land,even though it has never been tilted

Even though I had to bend a 45 degree

To awaken the sleeping giants

I went deep,even though it appear shallow

every landscape was appreciated,in the right modifications

Made me a boss in all jurisdiction,so I took control of the pier

Every pothole was filled with nascent dexterity

In each bus stop,she alighted with grace

An adrenaline to ignite the machine with passion

A moment of active redemption

As I became entitled to her entitlement

In that moment of passion I was lost

Sweat been neglected, souls clinging to each other...

affection so deep,even deeper than her confusions

I was merciless even in her cry for mercy

The moan was the main motivation

Careless with her careful institutions

We became worn out from our "religious" activities

It all started from her scent,locked up in her fragrance

Bottled up in her souls,direct by our mind

Ignite by our passions,synchronised  by our emotions

Can I tell you a secret?

I love the taste of your fragrance  

Just for you

*AYANFE

With a heavy heart,and a busy mind

She was left alone in her world of regrets

A world of continued celebrated hegemony

So she became sad,even for her happiness

Always looking rejected,even in her acceptance

She was lost in her dutiful presence

To her everything was  not in the right function

So she gave the world a space

Graced her loneliness with articulated  charisma

Creating her own world with a beautiful perfection

her mind searched  for the best,even when  she had the best

She became engross with her creation

Her busy mind sparks  with her heavy heart

To create a disturbed  anxiety

Just like a swim suit model,clouded by the overtures of her promoter

She became a perfect damsel in distress

She became a wanderer in her own world

A stranger to her world

Born out of ****** confusion

Thrown into the depth of aqua of rejection

Seen as an unwanted commodity

Treated as an unbalanced child

So he grew up appreciating lawlessness

He grew up depending on his instincts

Un guided by a superior mind,he was lost in his own hatred

A consuming hatred born out of resentment

Aided by the self righteous merchants

Who preaches righteousness with nascent hypocrisy

Inventors of righteousness,even in a case of injustice

So he conceived directional hatred in the name of satisfying his insatiable want

Give the society the taste of their creation

In the name of a celebrated cowardice

He became a lion,a dog who became a  lion

Worshipped by the timid society

Sold humanity at the price of celebrated timidness


So he dominated the so called elites

Became a role model to many

And the cycle continues

A product of the society