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Autobiography Little About Me

'Autobiography' little
about me.
Whenever I recall my
infant years
Which I spent on
dumping
grounds
When daddy stabbed
mum's heart
-with an unhonored
divorce
In those sunny days
Before i began to 
cling
on adult's
wings
'I laughed then I 
cried'
Just to give the 
earth-
What it
demands
I tossed around with
my red pant
In a circular direction
Under the roof of 
the
frigthened
sun
There I was, to feel 
the
innocent
world
My mum cried and 
cried,
All because her heart
was left
uncovered
O I must cry too,
Because her breast 
was
dried in
suffering
When our kinsmen
reject us
Mosquitoes came in 
the
night
To give us a bitter
sound of relief
Then Suffering
comforted us with
his hunger
What goes into our
mouths
-Never passes 
through
our anus
because our bellies
were not
satisfied
Let me pause a while
and mourn
my twin-sister
Our rivers both 
flooded
the same
stream
But she has now
diverged to the
sea i never taste
Kehinde! when 
would i
see thy
face again?
Here also, to die, is
better than to
live
When would lightning
flash and
-take the 
photograph of
our
wearied souls
To the throne of 
mercy
To start again our
world in
sweetness
My people!
Daddy is back again
from the lake
of lust
To cover my mum's
heart with
urgent harmony
Should we receive 
him
again
-or reject his offer?
Because now our 
hearts
are filled
with sugar.
Adesitimi Taiwo
Nigeria.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 10/13/2012 3:07:00 PM
great write Adesitimi,sorry about the lost of your sis,life goes on and as you can write there is now sugar,you have been blessed,extend it
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Adesitimi Taiwo Damilola
Date: 10/14/2012 1:20:00 PM
Thanks palmer, we okay now!
Date: 10/11/2012 2:51:00 AM
Hmm, we've all had our dose of poverty and suffering. What is important is for us to daily see the beauty in all that God has given us the privilege to enjoy. Daddy can be forgiven, now that he has come back as a prodigal son.
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Date: 10/10/2012 2:07:00 PM
Stopping by your poetry list today to tell you thank you for your kind comments on my writing. Your comment was truly appreciated Adesitimi. Love, Carol
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Date: 10/10/2012 1:12:00 AM
Huh, touching story, poet, that's the misery of life...... We are living. Thanks for sharing....
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