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Nana Akua Mensah Poem
let's take a look at the beginning
wen the matters in your heart mattered to u alone
wen like BoB b4 Airplanes u wer unknown
wen the pp u had on speed dial wldn pick up e fone
n u hid the tears that only u knew wer dripping
fast forward to the here n now
to the thunderous applause u hear wen u take a bow
to the microphones that flood u to hear u speak
to how ur opinions r published week after week
who wlda thot that dis was all id take
a lil fame a lil fortune wit only jus ur soul at stake
sometimes wen the champagne wears n its quiet out
those lil flashbulbs tha go on n off its cald doubt
u knw that maybe dis lyf aint so cool
its got u dancn to their whims like okomfo anokye for the golden stool
n honestly hon who u tryna fool
so uv got mags writng down ur salad makn tips
n women lust afta ur collagen fild lips
u knw ur worth more han wat uv become
but u kip lyn to urself tha wats ben dun is dun
but we both know hon..it's only just begun...
Copyright © Nana Akua Mensah | Year Posted 2012
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Nana Akua Mensah Poem
Dim the lights because they hurt my eyes
And the presence of the darkness illuminates my disguise
Do a dance hold a hand at the masquerade
When life gives someone else lemons I make some real good lemonade
Blend in like the camo of a warring soldier
Have the surrounding induced colour change of a certain creature
Repeat the things that I don't believe
When I know it's me and myself alone that I deceive
They raise a ahand I raise a hand too
Kick back and wonder to myself who rili is the real you
It's a hot mess inside of me
Because the person that I am and who I seem to be do not agree
Scale the wall of my self made monastery
Slink away from my mind built penitentiary
Why do I do these things?
I tell myself and blame it all on society's demandings
Let them be the puppeteer that pulls my strings
So I will be who I am not truly
And the audience of this world stage at the curtain call better applaud me
So cut the lights, stand on the ledge of our dark nights
And watch our suffocated true hearts become tomb sites.
Copyright © Nana Akua Mensah | Year Posted 2012
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Nana Akua Mensah Poem
let's take a look at the beginning
wen the matters in your heart mattered to u alone
wen like BoB b4 Airplanes u wer unknown
wen the pp u had on speed dial wldn pick up e fone
n u hid the tears that only u knew wer dripping
fast forward to the here n now
to the thunderous applause u hear wen u take a bow
to the microphones that flood u to hear u speak
to how ur opinions r published week after week
who wlda thot that dis was all id take
a lil fame a lil fortune wit only jus ur soul at stake
sometimes wen the champagne wears n its quiet out
those lil flashbulbs tha go on n off its cald doubt
u knw that maybe dis lyf aint so cool
its got u dancn to their whims like okomfo anokye for the golden stool
n honestly hon who u tryna fool
so uv got mags writng down ur salad makn tips
n women lust afta ur collagen fild lips
u knw ur worth more han wat uv become
but u kip lyn to urself tha wats ben dun is dun
but we both know hon..it's only just begun...
Copyright © Nana Akua Mensah | Year Posted 2012
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