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Etooluwa Atere Poem
I always laid here
This same spot with the same grief
With the same tears every passing night
Laying all the blames at my bedpost
And I mean all the blames.
Always forgetting to put them on you
Cos I thought I was the cause of the curse
And the reason for all the grief.
If you must know
The world stopped when I saw him
Im sure your's did too
Only you were too stupid to realize.
Too stupid to see that your punching bag
Someone now caressed
And your footstool
Someone raised high.
Now and now, now and here
Im gonna burn all the fake roses in my heart's furnace
And those stupid letters along with that stupid smile
The one you gave us all.
And im gonna hold on to my love
Please him in every way
Make you think of all you lost here
And love him till I have no love left
For I want to be me
And I am now me
And being me is being free.
Copyright © Etooluwa Atere | Year Posted 2014
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Etooluwa Atere Poem
Bodies angling to the music
The crazy angry melody pervading the air
With the night a perfect cover
All in a perfect misrepresentation of DaVinci's
brilliance.
I sat in the dark corner
Miserly sipping the cheap beer I was worth
My roving eyes scanning left to right;woman to
girl;buttocks to breasts
My silent lips praying for a prey.
I turned to leave
Cursing my luck for lack of luck
And there's she was like sheba
Her jezebel nails shone in the myriad of light
With her red hot lips tantalizing the rim of the
margarita glass
And her endowed frame screaming for help to get
out of her tiny dress
As I moved towards my kill
Armed with my trusting enchanting smile
And my brain overflowing with pickup lines
I said a coy hormone releasing hello
And I knew my night was made.
Copyright © Etooluwa Atere | Year Posted 2014
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Etooluwa Atere Poem
Walking this sod trodden path
Heart in my mouth;cross on my shoulder
To that place where remission thou art
Where I could pour out my heart.
Shoulder cross;heavy boulder
I string up like a soldier
Walking to a court martial
Knowing a verdict to be partial
Ran my race like a lion
Never giving up and brave
Aiming for that plush seat in zion
Was all my heart could ever crave
Everything I gave;nothing I saved
Even after all this oratory
Home is always purgatory.
Copyright © Etooluwa Atere | Year Posted 2014
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Gayly he brisk-walks
Be it the scorching burning sun
Or the vexing pouring rain.
A juggernaut in his little twisted mind
His mobile ghana must go home
Hanging jokingly on his shoulder
Oblivious to the world around him
Smiling daintily or muttering foolishlym
Exposing days or even weeks of unwashed teeth
The ones who think they're alright
Stand aloof and judge with their senses
Omo ijoba they call him.
Chase him away from their stalls
When he comes to beg for pure water.
Hide their children from him
When he makes funny faces at them
But they never do realize that
We're all government pikins
In our own twisted little minds.
Copyright © Etooluwa Atere | Year Posted 2014
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