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Wopotera Canan Poem
MY GENERATION SISTER
love isn't a blessing,its a damn halacus
I could tell right by the look on her eyes.
She has grown round ,her hind body shakes
Her voice calls, and no man stays gentle
Her chest is heavy, and punks praise of it - Silly punks...
My sister makes up,
She polishes her skin with chemicals,
her face sparkles it reminds me of the new moon
Unlike her knees a pour definition of the African Colour
With her polyester headbraids she erodes off all wisdom of
these big shorts whose bellies extend like the nile every time they kiss
she's hevean sent to them- and these other punks
She paints her lips, and claims it of the Modern girl
I don't hate my sister But she's a new Covid
Which kills the human plasma.She wakes up at noon
And disappears to the days retirement,
Then back in the heart of the night,
With a pile of smiles as if heaven just made her heir-
My sister has forgotten our ways;
My sister greets no more,
And never kneels, she says it causes 'kneelionosis'
Which kills the human Chromosomes...
I don't want to hate my sister but her morals and body are the damn halcus
Yet I worry for the men who love her,
Copyright © Wopotera Canan | Year Posted 2020
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Wopotera Canan Poem
I love the beauty of my land the curvy and simple bright looks, the sense of humour and the dignified morals of my Origin.
She is a true portrayal of a decent great beauty of the humble origin her dress style not by any fashionista .
When she smiles you will be swept off your brains oooh it's a heaven sent antidote that heals the soul. the great beauty of my mama land portrays no humility humble and soft is the tone of her voice.
Her name sounds like edible sweet African fruits that cure an ulcer. the tender moves of her walk style ain't natural as it's felt in every gent's heart.
Her tender lips and nose are the instruction of silence and the magnet attached to every eye oooh it moves multitudes.
Perhaps I would hesitate following my humble origin but am wearily helpless as this creature moves my heart beats.
Copyright © Wopotera Canan | Year Posted 2020
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