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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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