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Loaves
The day she slices your heart into five loaves of disappointment Is when you understand That sometimes love is an empty well And there’s really no need digging when you see dead end The day she hands back your proposal in the form of rejection Is when...
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HAVE YOU EVER?
Have you ever fallen in love? You could literally see your breath in someone else’s hands You’ll feel your ribcage crack open Waiting to retrieve that which was taken But then it felt autumn peace been laid in the case of another And all you had to do...
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iCLOUD
Her love was iCLOUD And I always guessed denied passkeys I tried date nights Woke her up with poems and sang her to bed with John Legends ‘ALL OF YOU’ But then all of me was never enough I tried forcing my way through her Jericho walls Thinking time would...
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Sign Of The Times
photocredit- Ubuntutalks Father told me all the signs of end time But never did he say you’d be one of them You are one of them, I wonder if he forgot, I wonder if he wanted me to find out with time The pale smile you often had on, The baldness in your...
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See
photocredit - pinterest See how sunlight leaks from your eyes, like tiny pores of neon light beaming through a fabric filter. See how rain scrubs away your dirt, as you unfold into new skin looking like new eden. See how lighting races across your body,...
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TICK-TOCK
What if… What if time were the new currency What if any and everything were controlled by the tendencies of past, present and future What if tick-tock became the new exchange rate? What if your life were radar etched on the folds of your wrist And you...
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THE FACIAL ARTIST
She’s a facial artist And she sees her face as building A building she restarts every morning after collapse She’s a one man squad And her foundations never seem strong enough to bear the weight of bricks as blushes The roof shaped curves over her lashes...
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Self-worth
photocredit- pinterest Look between the folds in your belly, the cave in your navel, the hollow in your dimples or the nape in your neck. Look between the lines in your forehead, the cracks in your palms, the spaces in your fingers or the valley in your...
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THE BEAUTY BEYOND
Beauty is not just in the physical appearance or carriage of a Woman. Beauty goes beyond looks, it encompasses the Mind and Soul. A beautiful mind is one who pauses and rethinks his /her Actions. A beautiful mind is one who never ignores little Details....
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DEAR WORDSMITH
Dear wordsmith You’re good I must confess And I am voluntarily compelled to congratulate your ink for words well-done But I fear for you That one day… One day you’ll abuse me Relegate me to flatteries and roadside comments One day you’ll plot your death...
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THE MYTH
Perfection is a myth A height only one could reach A tongue many learn but only one could speak A piece of meat we all scramble for but only one dims fit Perfection is puzzle with a missing piece The closer you get the farther it seems It’s like light...
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MORE NAKED BODIES more naked ring fingers…
More lies told as truth More I LOVE YOU’s yet more heartbreaks More one night stands and more pregnancies More moments yet less memories More masks as make-ups and less identification More pictures and less images More conversations but yet more disconnection...
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THE STITCH
Why do they murder me alive? Why uninstall my systems software Why make figs from my born fruitful berries They rip out a part of me and yet expect me to be complete They invade the headquarters of my veins and ask me not to bleed They watch me chase...
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FOOD FOR THOUGHT
My life is a library of empty books Stacked on shelves of uncertainty Each book draws written images of a part of me And each day scripts itself on pages with permanent ink And sometimes I ask myself If I am being read out Will I receive nominations for...
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SLAVE-PRICE
I am the new slave of the century And silence is my voice My lips have been sealed with selotep of fear And only my kind see my heavy chains So why should I raise alarm? I was present when he handed over those cowries clothed in costumes of a bride-price...
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Scum
photocredit - Unabashedafrica Not all men are scumNot all of us are Auto-body scannersNo, not all of us are heart-stoned Not all of us are dishonestNot all of us are ab-packedNot all of us are porn starsMonsters or barbariansNot all of us live on a codeine...
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Kiwi
Kiwi; Kiwi is the word they would call you When you’re too black, Too black to be black So black they would call you dark Maybe you were baked from charcoal Or are your sins so dark they stain you? They would say, “the only thing bright about you are...
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CONVERGE
Come O ye faithfuls Wordsmiths of the 21st Come I say But not alone Gather around with your inking swords Let us shed together Let us spill more ink than blood Scar more sheets than skin Come O ye speech stitchers Let us hem the falling edges of our fading...
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X
photocredit- Adrian McDonald You said you could bathe yourself, so mother let you to you wore slippers, each on the wrong foot you wasted the lux on your belly for you if the belly was clean, then every other part would be It made perfect sense then,...
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Untitled
It takes two to fall in love Fall; Why do we even fall into love? What happened to growing into it? Growth; Love has a botanical name Trap; So when we fall in love is it the same thing as falling into a trap How deep is the love dungeon? And why fall...
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Art Student
The WhatsApp beep woke you up a bit too early It was your class group, Donald had dropped a broadcast Yes, Donald the science student The one who held debates back in school The school prefect,Often he would make you feel like a remainderobtained from...
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The 90's Romance
Love me like the 90s Take me back to black and white Remind my ears of Truth And the days it was precious as gold Love me like the 90s Where we stayed under almond trees And built our castles in the sand With dreams as furniture Love me like the 90s Where...
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BABEL
I sit… Watching as there conversed in a language I wish I knew With tongues diving like athletes in a pool of dialects I wish mine could swim too I wish my lips could be baptized just as theirs were Where was I? When Babel fell and everyone partook of...
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Deadbeat
I still feel your heartbeat in my breast pocket And the scent of your perfume still crawls on my skin like an overlapped signature I still see a sketch of you in the sun And I’m wearing the last pair of smiles you gave me I still use our favorite emoji’s...
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Body Glory
photocredit- pinterest In this breathing castle of wonder, What does your body look like? Your hair, a burning bush with strands too delicate. Your forehead, a sub-title with relative dialects. Your eyes, two strobes shinning like truth. Your ears, neatly...
