"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
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
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 ****
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
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
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
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
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC