Talking to myself through poetry
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Your breast is well shaped
Like a giant grape
Curves around your waist
Calls for longing taste.
Temperature rise
From a million eyes
Seeing your bottom
Take seductive form…
You have amazing
Beauty to envy
But you bring them out
On the internet.
Just for million views
But that cheapens you
You still wouldn’t stop
Taking off your top.
When addressed as whore
You attack the foe
Yet your privacy
Is for all to see.
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…
😁Witty on both counts. “They” need to hear word bro.
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Even when they ear, will they turn a new leave?
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We can only hope…
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Yes…
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