Talking to myself through poetry
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Many kicks, many pains to battle
Mummy complains; “please be gentle”.
You make me beat my chest; “am the man”
You are my future number one plan.
Lemme go on to catch a grenade;
Love I got for you will never fade…
Allow good genes translates sweet berries
A future without you is barren…
Can’t wait to hear you call me daddy
Call mummy too, she is gladden.
Down the streets, I see fierce men in blacks Throwing punches and spraying bullets back On both the dead guilty and the innocent From such…
Are we now familiar strangers? Our silence seem to write love letters On empty space through the louvers; I miss you, let’s talk it over……
Thank you God, as I clock thirty three years old today… Dear readers and fellow bloggers, join me celebrate my new age, put me in…
We are celebrating sixty, Yet there are no basic amenities, Nigeria!! In her house is where I grew up, Everyday she worsens, I am fed…
Sweetness.
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