To Lamido
I have seen Coco in the street,
I saw tears in her eyes yesterday
But today I saw laughter welling.
Why did you pushed her into the
Arms of another man?
Why did you clean her dirty linen
In the public when your home is free?
With her graceful body, she is well,
You thought she will die when you thrust her out.
Let me shock you: she is alive with the air.
Go pick your smile where you drop it,
Coco is happy in the arms of another man.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voices Of Vincent 2016
Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2016
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