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Jr Costa M Shekinah Poem
When I die, do not cry
Nor seek me from the gone memories
But escort me closer to the frontier
When I die, ground serves a purpose
For a seed dies to geminate
So, I perish and new soul is born
When I die, miss me not
For I have left to watch from far
Yes, I am gone to make space for another
When I die, let your tears rejoice
Question not what happens
And rest my body after the working hours
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Jr Costa M Shekinah Poem
My heart believes and speaks with no doubts
For I have seen that which has a true meaning
A creature that serves a purpose in men’s sight
Such a soul only adds savour towards existence
It’s a she that was born with so much details
And beauty is the only headline throughout her story
One would say, God had no room for any error
Let there be the light he said and there she was
I swear this package was sent not for uproar
A package was sent to enlighten and to be loved
A personality that heavens know best to emphasis
Thus, he used the same paint brush used on angels
Such a breed is declared to be uncommon
A creature you forever want have in life as a scar
One you would opt to read and never skip a page
A woman that you would see and curse not to blink
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Jr Costa M Shekinah Poem
Imagine if we could all have the same taste
That we could all put on something that matches our dress
And suppose to resolve every difference in same manner,
But wearing the same shoe does not make us walk likewise
Means to say that everybody cannot put themselves
In everyone else’s position, thus sometimes it’s a wrong a calling
What type of a shoe does a pregnant women wear?
As labor comes knocking at the door.
Heard that it’s rather a shoe of mixed emotions
One that is painted the color of pain and joy
A shoe that only female species is cursed to fit in
Who else is able to wear such for months if not thee
What type of a shoe is an orphan kid wearing?
For the absence of parental affection becomes a virus
Wondering around the streets to seek a new identity
A broken smile and sadden face answers a question that is not asked.
A shoe of begging from house to house is not complicated to tie
One willing to embrace a diet that is rather life threatening
Have you ever asked what a grown man’s feet is wearing?
For he is a father of seven and still counting
Feeding a nation with high expectations is his war to fight.
Sweat and pain comes with a shoe that is hard to walk in
Yet masters to take big steps, that’s how he provides,
A figure called father can be seen as a number that only wears me
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