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"wey" poems
Hard work no be money, Make you ask the man wey dey push trolley, Sun, and rain, beat am tire, Until the day wey him go retire. *Nigerian pidgin english
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 6:40 AM UTC
Hustle go ever pay?
Diabetes, babe Why can’t you be kind to me? I appreciate your sweetness and all. Setting my life on “reset” And making me feel like **** Diabetes, my love Can you please be nice to me? Give me a few more years to live Stop making my mouth dry Stop making ‘ama cry Diabetes, chiquito Tratame bien corazon, No me metas tentacion Por que de ver los tamales, El pozole, el salpicon Se me olvida que el suicidio Se esconde en un chicharron Diabetes, mi rey Anda pues no te hagas wey Que la dieta sea mi amiga Librame de la fatiga Y de la azucar maligna Diabetes, Let me live I want to eat cheesecake again Life without sugar is lame And equal is not so great Diabetes, babe Let me be…
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
Diabetes babe
Wey, wey went the Willow Woo, woo went the Wind Say, say said the Swallow Mother Earth took a breathe And her core's heartbeat Shut the Swallow up For they All in Silence, Speak.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Silence Speaks
Ah wuz lookin oot o' mah winder and ah saw this lad wi' a barry wee lassie gaun' up the hill. -Wair the **** d'ye think you're gaun tae? ah yells oot. But the daft ***** didnae answer at aww, must've been oot o' thir ****** heids wi' E's or summat, d'ye ken what ah'm tellin' ye,ye daft radge? -Wair ye're ******* going? ah yells a couple mair times and finally the gadge yells back to ays, -Up the ******* hill tae fetch a pail o' ******* watter, me Ma's hud her fuckin' taps turned oaf by the fuckin' Corporation, which is a ******* pain in the erse ah had ter agree. I realised ah knew the wee **** Jack but, eh wuz an auld classmate of ays and eh's hung oot wi' ma brar n me, when we wuz bairns oan the Scheme,eh? -That's a bonny wee lassie ye've goat wi' ye, there Jack, ah yelled, thinking ah'd nae kick her oot o' mah scratcher withoot gi'ing her a guid ride. Ah huvtae sey ah recognised hir as a wee **** called Jill from the Scheme, a right tidy wee ride in mah opinion wi' a guid little ***** on hir, as ah recall. -Mind ye're own fuckin' business, the **** yells back at ays, takin' the pail in yin hand and the hoor's wee hand in the other yin. Ah can tell ye ah totally pished meself wi' laughter when the pair o' they wide ***** fell doon, Jack breakin' his fuckin' croon n the groond, ah'm sure he nivver meant it tae happen, 'n eh mustae squashed his ******* bawws as eh fell doon n aww from the wey he screamed oot, but the wee lassie cam tumbling doon the ****** hill n aww, heid n **** oor her fuckin' erse 'n ah could see she wasnae wearin' any ****** ******* 'n her ***** was on display under her skirt. Ah wouldnae expect anything else from a wee hoor,eh? -Dinnae worry, ah'll com and help ye, ah called oot, but when ah goat thir, both o them wis deid, ah thoat o' gittin mah hole wi' the deid lassie n aww, but you shouldnae dae that, it's no respectful tae wimmin, 'n eywis, the polis might trace me through the DNA, those ***** are clivvir 'n aw, ye ken. So ah contented mesel' wi' rummidging through the poakits o' the lad's jaykit tae see if eh hud ehs payment from the Joab Centre, but the daft **** mustae spent it aww on a boatil or two o Grants, ah ken ah'd hae done the same mahsel'. And there wasnae a penny in the lassie's purse, so ah thoat ah'd jus' **** oaf doon the ****** 'n ask some **** tae call the hoaspital and the ****** polis. Eh?
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
Hillspoatin'
Ah wuz lookin oot o' mah winder and ah saw this lad wi' a barry wee lassie gaun' up the hill. -Wair the **** d'ye think you're gaun tae? ah yells oot. But the daft ***** didnae answer at aww, must've been oot o' thir ****** heids wi' E's or summat, d'ye ken what ah'm tellin' ye,ye daft radge? -Wair ye're ******* going? ah yells a couple mair times and finally the gadge yells back to ays, -Up the ******* hill tae fetch a pail o' ******* watter, me Ma's hud her fuckin' taps turned oaf by the fuckin' Corporation, which is a ******* pain in the erse ah had ter agree. I realised ah knew the wee **** Jack but, eh wuz an auld classmate of ays and eh's hung oot wi' ma brar n me, when we wuz bairns oan the Scheme,eh? -That's a bonny wee lassie ye've goat wi' ye, there Jack, ah yelled, thinking ah'd nae kick her oot o' mah scratcher withoot gi'ing her a guid ride. Ah huvtae sey ah recognised hir as a wee **** called Jill from the Scheme, a right tidy wee ride in mah opinion wi' a guid little ***** on hir, as ah recall. -Mind ye're own fuckin' business, the **** yells back at ays, takin' the pail in yin hand and the hoor's wee hand in the other yin. Ah can tell ye ah totally pished meself wi' laughter when the pair o' they wide ***** fell doon, Jack breakin' his fuckin' croon n the groond, ah'm sure he nivver meant it tae happen, 'n eh mustae squashed his ******* bawws as eh fell doon n aww from the wey he screamed oot, but the wee lassie cam tumbling doon the ****** hill n aww, heid n **** oor her fuckin' erse 'n ah could see she wasnae wearin' any ****** ******* 'n her ***** was on display under her skirt. Ah wouldnae expect anything else from a wee hoor,eh? -Dinnae worry, ah'll com and help ye, ah called oot, but when ah goat thir, both o them wis deid, ah thoat o' gittin mah hole wi' the deid lassie n aww, but you shouldnae dae that, it's no respectful tae wimmin, 'n eywis, the polis might trace me through the DNA, those ***** are clivvir 'n aw, ye ken. So ah contented mesel' wi' rummidging through the poakits o' the lad's jaykit tae see if eh hud ehs payment from the Joab Centre, but the daft **** mustae spent it aww on a boatil or two o Grants, ah ken ah'd hae done the same mahsel'. And there wasnae a penny in the lassie's purse, so ah thoat ah'd jus' **** oaf doon the ****** 'n ask some **** tae call the hoaspital and the ****** polis. Eh?
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Crúzate conmigo wey and let me dream No liase que seamos undocuqueer Al cabo que el amor no ocupa visas Firma con tus labios el contrato de mi piel March next to me Aquí no vale el papel Propose to me at a demonstration Kiss me and retaliate at this ******* system of subordination Baby we are fighting for love (and against deportation) No pardon needed here for being fierce The only paper I need right now is the one embracing this ink I also need you here No human is illegal And love is undocuqueer.
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
Undocuqueer
Ah didny recognise him fae the eulogy. The meenister'd nivver met the lad, Ah could see. A hero?  Aye, mibbe.  Jist a name tae maist ay these fowk. But ah kent im as a boay, the daft wee scapegoat, ayewis in boather, but nae real hairm in im. He wis the lad wha'd get skelped, the noise makkin the teacher turn is heid jist in time tae spot im skelpin back. Mairched tae the heidie again. "Yir a bad lot, Barry. Yir faither wis a bad lot too." Puir Baz. Da in the jile, Ma aff her face on smack, an him, daft, funny, doomed. If onybody at hame had cared enough tae keep the schuil photies, they'd have shown a wee freckly laddie wi a too-open grin, year eftir year, jersey gettin tattier, teeth getting gappier, still grinnin while the rest ay us were far too cool tae smile for the camera. Ah liked im. Didny unnerstaun how the teachers were sae ***** tae im. There wis far badder boays in the year. Ricky ****** Jackson - a nasty, sleekit wee body, yankin ab'dy's strings. But his da wis rich an the teachers fawned ower im. No Baz, though. Cannon fodder, richt enough. Tackin the flack fir the rest ay us. Exactly the kind ay lad the ******* Army thrives on. Ah canny feel the patriotic pride, canny picture the self-sacrifice, the heroism. Ah can juist see im, daft an grinnin, daein whit he wis tellt an gettin killt. Mind you, he wis aye headin for the poppies, that yin, One wey or anither.
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Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC
Cenotaph
Hey Hey Mey Mey Ley Ley Wey Wey
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
Hey
{Based on true events} There was a war An intense battle My friend was fighting She always felt an excruciating pain And she smiled a lot to cover it up I know this cos we've been friends since childhood We practically became one My very own person Sometimes she felt like giving up But I wouldn't let her So I decided to fight with her The only way I could have By being the most annoying person she could've ever loved I showed up, "Always" At least for a while I think I made her forget bout it all A truce would be made during those hours For she was at peace On a good Friday She told me she wanted to dance And I was like "hell no, you don't know how to dance anything" She laughed. I whipped out my phone played "Mirrors by JT" May I have this dance mi'lady? We both laughed. Slow dancing our way through the moment "I don't wanna lose you now I'm looking right at the other half of me" ♬♬ She started crying Emotional hazard like me, I started crying too Then wey hugged like we'd never before Then we kissed For the first time I kissed my best friend And also for the last time For there was a war inside her that was made of her.
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Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
Battle
A Poem: Bros., Wey You? Bros., Wey you? I hear say your game tight I wan hear your market You no need to drop shekels I just wan help you Come make me reason No cone form Asari for me I no be Orpkorpise oh Na lashing things oh You know now! Abeg make you do pem oh Na white sky I go take come Make your name dey your neck oh Preye say you Gallant dia Oya, make we enter yonder Make you walensh well oh Dem no dey use shame drink poison I see you, I see heaven After every don kpomkpi Las las, we go dey alright No worry, wetin be suya If I want make my mouth dey busy I go just dey blow whistle So you no go provoke Know say Lasgidi Erema no fit When I finish with you You go know say devil na area boy Na God be Godfather Kpata kpata na draw Warri Erema no dey carry last I go soon bracket you for Effurun junction Before omuta go enter No time to check time This motor dey delay my destiny I don dey reach your crib My temper dey rise now And I no fit use am boil rice Afterall, no vero for maternity ward When I work you finish You go hear alaba Today, he no get as he be I go run your matter wella I know say you go make sense Abeg, wuna gi mi cold shack for di side Nothing dey happen Babatunde Raimi (c) Author/Life Coach/Poet
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Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
Bros., Wey You?
He runs his thumb under th' throat in a menacing manner tae th' jimmy sittin' in th' witness kist wha gazes his wey. Na word spoken, juist th' gesture o' harm, if wantit. He sits back, his een nae goin awa th' witness, his coupon as if chiseled oot o' granite. Th' witness is lost fur wurds, his nerves tightened, his guts ache as if torn by birds.
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Jan 30, 2022
Jan 30, 2022 at 9:41 AM UTC
The Gesture.