THE Path OF YOUR Home
As the path of your home
I cruised by,
My heart
Gave out a miserable murmur.
Only a couple of years prior,
We used to chime in.
Presently our lives seperated
What's more, similar to a miserable tune
You forever brilliant giggling,
Still reverberates to me.
What's more, those recollections worth made,
Are presently difficult to track down.
A remote ocean of contrasts
Streams between us along.
Neither of us dare cross it
As the stream is serious areas of strength for excessively.
Nothing than you being far off,
Damages and pricks me more.
While I actually sit tight for you,
On the other shore.
Goodness! Life is cruel.
With a dim night later
Each splendid day break.
As the path of your home
I cruised by, I halted
And afterward continued on...
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"The Goose Young lady"
'Skin break out, Skin inflammation and Imperfections',
They call out to her constantly,
In any case, when she peers profound inside her,
She can't grasp the reason why,
She investigates the mirror,
Furthermore, needs unique variety hair,
Then scowls at her appearance,
Burnt out on Society
The general public is burnt out on me
Furthermore, I too
The governmental issues of extremely observant men
The yelling of slobbering masses
The squandered spit of honest people
The general public is fed up with me
Also, I too
The religion of wolf-cleaned men
The filthy agbada of priests
Pastors on seat
Priests on podium
I'm fed up with Society
Society is fed up with me
The tattle that streams with the breeze
The market ladies that streams the tattle
The white house with greened developments
The screwy walls on smooth floors
I'm fed up with Society
Society is fed up with me
Your mom that raises her voice
For screws that don't make any difference
You for mindful
For screws that don't make any difference
Your dad that directs his situation
On screws that don't make any difference
You for mindful and a copycat
The defects you snatched
The screws you gave
The ones you didn't
Worn out on Society!
[Adaobi Rachel]
Wishing no imprints were ever there,
She tosses the mirror down,
Can't investigate it any longer,
Then gazes at a piece of glass,
Sitting on the cool restroom floor
I trust they'll ask for pardoning,
For the glass left on her floor,
What's more, for imagining that a lady's wonder,
Is characterized by a great deal more
I want to believe that she tracks down somebody,
Who'd tell her what scars truly implied,
What's more, would kiss each scar off her body,
Followed by a series a commendations!
~IWRITESOMETIMES :)
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