THY STEP DAUGHTER
She wept behind the crowd
A scornful look from thy mother
Foolish girl!
Why hast thou not endureth
Thou hast ruin thy marriage
Hence, will manner fall from heaven?
Terrible shouts, chants and yelling
Women and children rained words
Counterblast from every angle
Beaten black and blue
He danced helplessly on his heartless blood
As he embrace jungle Justice nakedly
Wetin he do?
He dey shop Banga and Egusi soup
From Mama and Pikin pot
Make dem cut he thing comot!
Na foolish man!
Suddenly,shapeless knives came in
From different anonymous Samaritans
Thy step daughter
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Categories:
counterblast, 7th grade, abuse,
Form: Free verse
The hardest thing in life
Is seperatung love from spite ;
Separating the truth,
Even when you think it sounds right.
If you don't know your enemy,
there's no way you can fight-
And Sometimes the greatest hints are slight ;
As I recall them-
Laying down at night .
There Is no remorce in self advocacy,
And no shame in doubting their accuracy;
The intent of others is incalculable,
And you will feel their wrath;
Life is our hourglass-
So who cares if your an outcast?
Make the contrast-
Because their *****is all stagecraft;
Shoot a counterblast,
Stay steadfast-
And make damn sure it has an impact.
Categories:
counterblast, angst, character, courage, freedom,
Form: Prose Poetry