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Picture not perfect
Life line
Picture ! Not perfect
Say's much about me
Made some bad choices in life
Rumors about me ain't fabricated stories
I have put on some stitches
With the intention to make it right
Thinking of cutting my left leg
Just so i could stand right
My
Life of crazy jeans
Who else needs some stitches
Cause every patch needs stitches
Wickedness plays the drum as we all listen and transcend
The world dances to its tune
As silence yield in sorrow
death keeps stealing the leaders of tomorrow
As the future sees blick
Discrimination has planted in the world
Nepotism and tribalism keep harvesting the crops
Beneath the ground says "its stomach has been occupied"
But hunger keep feeding its stomach with humans
Read through in-between lines cause even a blind man can
Pocket keeps crying because it is empty
The blazing sun smiles at the wretched
As they anticipate the moon to open its eyes
Dam ! Lord have mercy!
Picture not perfect
Perfection is just a beautify poetry poetried
In poetry
Sometimes what comes to mind is me smoking
But what happens when this cigarettes smokes me?
And the smoke runs dry
To Drying my lips
when you think the only solution is death
You will get your answer as you hold your breathe
Cause it does
Picture ain't perfect•
So if i take my heart out with a dagger
And serve you it on a siver platter
What would be your answer
Cause it would have been nothing
But empty words saved silver plate
Copyright ©
Owen Hamalala
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