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Anna Ayitey Poem
Can you ever be pleased, mankind?
Everything we try, yet we're met with night.
We're nerds, unaware of the truth's light,
When all that pleases you lies in deceitful sight.
"Do not be conformed to the pattern of this world"
Yet we strive to fit, in a world that's flawed from birth.
Truth's told when falsehoods behold your desire's flame,
Emulate to find you when trials bear the blame.
"The heart is deceitful above all things"
And we deceive ourselves, with pride that clings.
Ready to pinpoint deeds when proof's in doubt and shame,
Rather foresee what's clear than play the fool's game.
You say, "Of course, I'm not a hard nut to crack,"
But is that truly the case, or just a clever attack?
"Do not judge, or you too will be judged"
Yet we judge others harshly, with hearts that are bruised.
When all that endures is your pride's fragile pack,
Your envious bargains of how preferred you are, a constant lack.
While criticizing others' flaws, you show your own,
The one who laughs last reveals the truth you've sown.
"He who claims to be a *****sapien, alone,
When hormones dictate fate, and you're not in control, unknown."
Though pleasing you partly displeases me, I confess,
I'll quit my part in this charade, and let my spirit rest.
"You are a chosen people, a royal priesthood"
I'll stand as one, with a heart that's renewed.
My name isn't Paul, but Hanna, praying for my best,
Not yours, I'll follow my path, and let my heart find its nest.
Linnaeus determined your being, a scientific claim,
But sanity's mine to nurture my effort, and break the chain.
When friction and gravity of our differences draw near,
I'll choose my own way, and let my spirit persevere
Regardless of the persistent force of spirituality
I hope the holy one above sees my plight and not anxiety
For fear wasn't my aim but if they refused to listen
Let experience be the best teacher
For in the the echoes of Aristotle's insight
I find my solace: "It is the mark of an educated mind, to entertain a thought without accepting it.
Copyright © Anna Ayitey | Year Posted 2025
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The end of a tunnel is here again but I shiver in my fears
All to loose when the end of me is sulked up in tears
My solo voice and quips echo but gets hunged to the core
Dialing non stop begged never to give up like never before
Casted out from earth to rebirth to live twice again
Bewildered in sorrows when all that follows is fame beneath the rain
Draining out rage at what friendship meant in the shadow of the sun
Sigh of relief for such warmth at the math of the sum of sight and fun
When all I ignored was if I was been succumbed by emotions
Never to realize the worth of joy and unity in relations
Mapped bd the nerves within my body to replicate a robot
Programmed to be heartless and ignorant to respond to the ache in my brain
Connected to how teary my eyes are to compose a tune
But after being clothed in loneliness and rejection a new at is discovered
Which my fantasy ought to have pictured devoid of a path
Although I may have finally reached the end
All I could hold onto was a panel of navigators
To licate the vacuum within me
That is
"A figure of inhuman variations than recognition through a lifeless origin amongst many dreadful encounters but yet as an alien"
Is this me?
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Anna Ayitey Poem
Defiled by being stuffed into a sac so tight,
A confinement that suffocates, a desperate plight.
Zipped to the end by thy very blood's own right,
A violent release, a nightmare of a cathartic sight.
With ignorance leaking out, the result of breathlessness became keen,
A state of deprivation, a struggle journeyed by love remained unseen.
Should the joy of winning be only sinfulness and sheen?
Then may failure be the light I look for, a guiding beam serene.
For failure would boost my zeal to give that sack a break,
To break free from the chains that bind, for my own sake.
I'd rise like waters beneath the porous soil, high in capillary wake,
Absorbing knowledge, filtering out through that zipped bag, life's noise and ache.
Surely
May I be the filter to dismantle ignorance and fear,
To sift through the noise, and find my own voice clear.
From absorbing too much water like the clayey soil so dear,
I'd learn to balance, to find my own soil, my own career.
That's life – a journey of twists and turns so grand,
A path that's fraught with challenges that test my hand.
But in the fire, I'd find my strength, my inner stand,
A resilience that's forged, a spirit that expands.
In the silence, I'd find my own sound and tone,
A voice that's unique, a melody that's my own.
I'd sing my own song, with every note and every moan,
A symphony of life, a journey to call my own.
The complexities of life, like a puzzle to unwind,
A riddle that's intricate, a mystery to design.
I'd search for answers, with every question and every find,
A journey of discovery, of growth and of mind.
And when the journey's done, and the path is clear and bright,
I'd look back on the struggles, and shed a tear in delight.
For I'd know that the struggles, the pain and the strife,
Were worth it, for they made me stronger, and cut through life.
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Anna Ayitey Poem
A yearning heart longs for love everytime
Malice it receives time without a dime
Shadowed with the belief of being solo
Trust in hope but always been the one to follow
When certain uncertainties just dont make a difference
Holding on too tight to a loose end
Caged by a yelling heart wanting to be mended
But is pricked to the point where it can't bear no more
Wishing to be the heartfelt one and let go
Bringing out that zeal to prove its worth before the world
Saying"You can make things right, Go on and throw those unprocessed lemons into these turning blades and make your tasty lemonade pampered with ice cubes"
It lets go of the past memories bruising
Hoping to creat a fresh start and new beginnings
Patches up what's broken and lost
Breaking through thy blackened shadow at all cost
Forever remembering to cool up after the days of exhaustion
Cause at the end all that was derived from those prickly thorns were sterilized into my account
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