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Oboba Rukevwe Poem
Ugly because am Black as the Raven but white as a dove,
Ugly because I am a man yet act like a child,
Ugly because I try to be humble yet my Pride articulate,
Ugly because I can't find love Nd I keep trying hard,
Ugly because I am a great thinker but Dormant in my actions,
Ugly because I am Precious but still not Worthy,
Ugly because I trust easily yet betrayed daily
Ugly because I am a King but still the world sees a pauper,
Ugly to the transgressor only because I see the LIGHT.
Ugly to the society because We speak the TRUTH.
Copyright © Oboba Rukevwe | Year Posted 2018
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It was always too good to be true
Fairytale love only exists on TV
I was a wrong to think I've found my princess
What a joke thinking like a kid
A slap to the face was all she was to me
I built a high wall so no one could climb
But such is the case with sandcastles
They crumble easily as well as my heart
I am young and foolish always making bad decisions.
Tears in my hearts don't know what to say
Unprepared for this dark Storm
I got cold feet from the first kiss
Slayed the dragon from the first thrust
But my victory was a mere formality to her
Deep down I know it never was
She wasn't ready to be rescued
Inked her name on my heart
Maybe I'm truly unlovable
I guess she's my Delilah who got all
And now I'm weak and helpless in the streets
Maybe I'm just unlucky to find love.
THIS FAIRYTALE IS FULL OF .
Copyright © Oboba Rukevwe | Year Posted 2019
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The days where the morning dusk ,
Stars timorous to light up at night.
A drop of clear salty liquid
rolled like rainstorm,
At last Love brought grievance.
Deluded by your love
Illusively dancing with you in white,
In a desert filled with roses.
Where fearing Love
pays death servile breath.
An augury which may never be,
Stupor by this love,
Disguised as felicity,
Let it be known that your love
portends the End of my Days.
Copyright © Oboba Rukevwe | Year Posted 2018
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Oboba Rukevwe Poem
Ugly because am Black as the Raven but white as a dove,
Ugly because I am a man yet act like a child,
Ugly because I try to be humble yet my Pride articulate,
Ugly because I can't find love Nd I keep trying hard,
Ugly because I am a great thinker but Dormant in my actions,
Ugly because I am Precious but still not Worthy,
Ugly because I trust easily yet betrayed daily
Ugly because I am a King but still the world sees a pauper,
Ugly to the transgressor only because I see the LIGHT.
Ugly to the society because We speak the TRUTH.
Copyright © Oboba Rukevwe | Year Posted 2018
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Oboba Rukevwe Poem
A walk of freedom from the dark days of suffering,
The yoke shattered as the sun shines on his dusty face,
Once Slaved to his fellow man for integument difference.
The toil of his endless slavery accompanied by scourges,
His bare back bent to the sky and the whips of his master,
The Black Man was fervent in his virtuous desire for his good future.
The rusty chains left a shackled scar on his freedom path,
The virtuous future once longed for granted to him,
He's now a master of himself no longer bound to slavery.
With a pure heart of Gold he ascent to abide with his torturer,
Anew beginning for both race as they sojourn in peace,
All to the detriment of the Black Man.
Just like the saying goes “Old Habits Never old masters became wearied of equal rights with the slave,
Soon He was tagged niggard for trying to survive,
In a stound prejudiced once more for his skin colour.
Enslaved once more by laws of the old masters,
The Black Man returns to a mental plantation picking cotton.
Judged By the skin colour the Black Man continues in a race of life seeking equality and servile to Racism.
SAY NO TO RACISM
Copyright © Oboba Rukevwe | Year Posted 2020
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