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stephen mastel Nov 2015
Man is to error, woman to a mistake
men feast,women just taste
I don't love her, I think I got lust
but as they say, you can get love at lust

She thinks I live in heaven, but am a neighbour to hell
she says my swag is cool, she

don't know my days are numbered
I told her am romantic, but was tale
she thinks am her foundation, she is truly standing on a shell

Am sorry for her, cheating is my calling
I text my next girl, when she is snoring
when she grow up she want her finger to have my ring
she thinks she is my queen, but I have never been her king

She is hot but her girl friend is hotter
everyday I dream, moulding her like a potter
am through with her friend, I think I saw her cousin
she is not my kind, but in her I want to pop in

Her cousin now, just called me darling
I am about to mix her, let me take off my ring
I think she is sweet, I need to pull up
but here comes another beauty,eish! just hold up

I have a golden boot, am a super player
caution to all ladies, am a real slayer
but am always fair, to them I say a prayer
before their hidden treasure, with me they can share
stephen mastel Nov 2015
If i were given a chance to be born again
i guess i would not  change anything in my life
i would enjoy the best part of my life
and the worst i would welcome it with two hands

some would want to be born billionaires
but for me i would gladly accept the poverty i have
i can see you laughing at my decisions but sorry
am poor physically but my mind is more than a gold mine

if i were born again i would long for the day i cried the most
the tears i shed makes me stand where i am today
i would ask for that happy day which i received hugs and kisses
for it taught me,just like a coin life is two sided

i would pray the day my heart was broken to come
because it taught me how to fix it
when my love was gone i tried to love myself
then i realized no man is an island because God was still loving me

i would celebrate the day i was depressed
and the day i thought i was most stressed
i would wait for the day my life was messed
because through all this am blessed
stephen mastel Nov 2015
Desperate, the only word that could define her
on her face she had no make up,  but those disgusting bruises
with each bruise competing to give its story.
the one on the left cheek, shouted than that on her right hip
the one on the forehead would sure make the headlines
telling the story of her and her cruel life.

Her friend envied her, she was a friend to the teacher
she gave him her consent, coz she thought he was richer
after all was done, he turned out to be a cheater
coz experience proved to her, ''am better than your teacher.''

Her belly started protruding, nine months later she was a mother
her father disowned her, he could not live with two mothers
she was sad but happy to be free
ready to carry the title, THE FREE PRISONER.

Day one was bad,but day three and four, became worse
she had a kid to look after but in her mind she knew
she was not a qualified nurse...
''i wish i knew, i wish i knew'' that was the chorus
of her new song coz life to her was too tragic
making her broke to afford some hope.

Of all people, death knocked at her door post
and as we are talking now her child is gone
she has nothing left, but options in her head;
make an early exit from her cursed world
or become a lady of the night.

She wishes she choose the first option
because the second has make her a walking corpse
she encounter with those beasts clad in man's skin is disheartening
the last one tried to break her heart, not knowing already it was in pieces.

This is her fifth abortion that came with a secret
that only her and her doctor knows; she is positive...
she can cry no more, her tear glands are dry
this explains why her favorite movie is, 'A THOUSAND WAYS TO DIE'.

She jumps in-front of a speeding vehicle and waits for the worst
she opens her eyes to find herself on the floor
with her mother telling her she was late for school
and FINALLY she realizes it was just a dream.

— The End —