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"ayanfe" poems
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
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
A WASTED LIFE
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 #dedicated to all victims of **** #A bonus from Ayanfe #visit ayanfe.tk for more
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
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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
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
A TASTE OF YOUR FRAGRANCE
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
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC
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