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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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

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

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