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Kingsley Icha Poem
I CHOOSE TO STAY.
I chose to stay.
I wasn't coerced your way.
A thousand and one choices I had
But with you, I chose to stay till we return to sand.
It wasn't a coincidence we crossed paths.
Neither was our meeting a fabricated maths.
I chose to stay.
To be your favorite everyday.
Oh my favorite one!
Do not be shy showing me your scars,
Do you think I don't have one?
You think I'm pretty? You should see me without the stars.
I've seen your scars, I say you're pretty.
I've seen your stars, I say you're not petty.
I choose to stay.
To be your favorite everyday.
Copyright © Kingsley Icha | Year Posted 2024
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Kingsley Icha Poem
Weeping endures for the night,
Joy comes in the morning.
So I'll cry my balls out through the night, awaiting the happiness dawn brings.
I'll cry till there are no fluid left to spill.
I will cry, they won't know I did.
Darkness will cover it all.
I will do it softly, they won't hear me sniff, they won't see me drip the drops.
Darkness will cover it all.
No, I will dance through the night, I will dance till dawn comes.
I will stamp my feet, I will shake myself vigorously.
They'll say "She's happy, she's merrying."
I'll smile having fooled them all.
I will dance as I cry,
For at dawn Joy comes.
Copyright © Kingsley Icha | Year Posted 2024
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