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Bridget Emmanuel Poem
They say my love can be bought, so I went down memory lane to buy them a thought, I followed my heart wishing I’d never be hurt but there he is with another in lust. They all know I’m nocturnal, They say I’m never natural, always covered in makeup, But if they know what’s beneath the face up,, they will learn to shut up. If I must be your lady, your love is never enough, I’d need a new fitting, my hair is all rough, I will need some penny to run this physique, so please love is never enough unless you eat your feaces.
Copyright © Bridget Emmanuel | Year Posted 2016
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Bridget Emmanuel Poem
Listen, I speak of the odyssey of Sinai, I speak of the mystery of the mountain undefined. Our Golgotha of salvation. I speak of the cross. what a privilege it is for the carver, he built the cross befitting his sins.
Listen-Again , I speak of the odyssey of Sinai, the mystery in the controversy of his persecution. He made no refute, he sought no refuge, he did not deny yet he was denied. The kiss and the cock at 3. They thrust the lance, the water from his side brought healing , it is in giving that we are forgiven, the mystery of Sinai revealed.
Again I say Listen, his cloths were thorn and cast for lot, the cloths in the high place tore to door mot. you see, he’s the gateway of truth and pathway of salvation. Sinai’s odyssey. The earth stood still.Death obeys.
Copyright © Bridget Emmanuel | Year Posted 2016
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Bridget Emmanuel Poem
Congratulations! Oh ye women equal to men. The woman with fire and water in the palm of her hand. Listen girl child, these women who claim to be equal to men are retrospective. They say they shall fight for you, who says they cannot, but will they? The question for the Almighty.
If they tried the men with so much will power shall send thunderstorm and hail, these men are their husbands and sons too. Ha Ha Ha! See her covering his nakedness with her wrapper while you roam in the naked hands of rape.
Rise up girl child, your loins are your shield, Hide! Freedom is a girl too,she's on her way to AFRICA.
Copyright © Bridget Emmanuel | Year Posted 2016
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Bridget Emmanuel Poem
THE COY!
She wanted him so bad, but he gave her a knock off so hard, to the worlds extreme corner where all the atrocious are found. She saw the boy who stole his hat and coin at the spin wheel that night. And so she said, remember me from the county lounge. I am the coy whose heart the hat you wear belong. Name your prize and get this done, steal back my heart from the man at the county lounge. I am a coy, I cannot be in love.
THE BOY!
i'd make him crawl to your ample
but for a price only you can pay, a taste of your coyness shall i take.
i'd have you for breakfast,i'd have you as brunch,have you for lunch and then desert.
but for dinner i'd have me a guest,the boy down the street has your craving too.
A bite for grandpa jones shall i leave,heal his parkinson with your sweetness.
And have your heart safely to your nest.
Copyright © Bridget Emmanuel | Year Posted 2016
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Bridget Emmanuel Poem
Do not turn me to a ranting woman cos I know I don't nag,
do not call me Mad ,I know I don't wear rag.
Pls do not tear me apart,I'm all I've got till u showed up,
and how do I know u are mine when u never own up.
My beauty is fading,friends are asking when is my wedding,
you tell me to keep waiting till you've made some more penny to fend for the world.
Mr man,my time is ticking so I'm moving out of the house we share,
out of your life so dear,the next thing you'll hear is that I'm married to an ex.
Copyright © Bridget Emmanuel | Year Posted 2016
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Bridget Emmanuel Poem
This week has been so fair to me with fares. i get lifts and other times get my bus fare paid by strangers without asking, this is unusual as it has been occurring consistently for 4 days now.Today,i took a bus from Oshodi to Ikeja with my boyfriend who sat right in front on the first row of the bus seats.he wouldn't say anything to me as we had just gone through an argument before entering the bus about a guy who had earlier paid my bus fare from Gbagada to Oshodi. without knowing it,a guy by the drivers seat paid my fare and another guy offered to pay my fare too but the conductor revealed that the guy by the driver's seat already paid. 'Bae the boyfriend' became furious as he paid for himself and we alighted but not without saying thank you to the kind guy with a smile, 'Bae the boyfriend' filled with more fury crossed over to the opposite direction, picked a bus back to where we came from and sent me a text that read ''go alone to the cinema and make sure you get your fare paid by more men and a free movie ticket too'' quickly touching my pocket, i realized i had no money as his bus sped off. will i be lucky to get my fare paid for this time? somebody help,the night is crawling in and my feet hurts from standing 2 hours already.
Copyright © Bridget Emmanuel | Year Posted 2016
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Bridget Emmanuel Poem
Out of this heartbeat is an empty chord,
A melody chanting in discord
Screaming for love in hell hole to the devil with a Halo.
This rhythm of love could only be sung once
But this fury tune of heartbreak is on repeat.
Copyright © Bridget Emmanuel | Year Posted 2020
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