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Best Poems Written by Lizzy Omolaja

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Red, White, Black and Blue

It was supposed to mean equality.
It is meant to be the Red White and Blue's main policy,
So why is it I feel like a minority.

Give me Liberty or Give Me Death, they screamed
To their very last breath.

Wars were waged and,
People were enraged.
All for what?
For my people to be enslaved?

All men were created equal, yet we were possessions.
We were looked down upon and forced into oppression.
We couldn't understand the reason for our suppression.
But we rise out of every transgression. 
If only you could see their facial expressions
For all those wars and battles, movements and walks, slowly the success of our people became a new obsession.
And since the only way from here was up, we continued on our progression.

We made it our patriotic duty, 
To make the fathers of our country proud of our community.

For America is our land.
A place for us to mark our brand.

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I Am

I am a turtle, who finds comfort in its own shell.
I am a groundhog, scared of its own shadow.
I am the abandoned house at the end of your street, empty on the inside.
I am an unfinished book, hoping for a good ending.
I am misery reaching my hand out for company.
I am the skinniest tree in the forest crying out for sunlight.
I am a lost sock on the side of the street waiting for someone to find me.
I am hidden treasure, waiting for someone to claim me.
I am defeat and love, passion and heartache, disgrace and hope.
I am things yet to be discovered,
I am a girl waiting to be loved,
I am me, all of these hings and more but you wouldn't know...

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Dig Deeper

You told me to "dig deeper",
I told you "I couldn't".
You said "thats the only way to know yourself"
So I admitted I couldn't.

You said "it would help"
And I replied with "i'm scared".
You assured me I would be ok,
But how do I say it was me I feared?

You told me "The difficulties of ourselves help us realize our beauty", 
And I said I agree,
But are the scars in my veins still considered pretty,
Especially in our present standard of beauty? 

"Dig Deeper" you repeated.
And so defeated 
I retreated into my subconscious,
To try and understand your logic. 

I tried to bypass all the obvious
To look away from the given and find the hidden.
So, of course, I dug deeper into oblivion.

Which, I should say, I found to be in complete paradox to my fear of the unknown. 

Yes, I fear the unknown. Amongst other things,
Like the emptiness that ignorance brings.
Because for me ignorance is no bliss.

But like you asked I dug deeper.
Despite my fear of what I would find
And how scared I was of what was hiding in my mind.

Yet pushing that aside I began mining in my gold mine.
Then out of no where I struck gold.
And everything began to unfold.

I became a phoenix in my subliminal.
So graceful, I felt almost Invincible. 
It was almost comical.
Why couldn't I be this renewed in the physical?

So are you happy?
Did I complete the task?
I mean I think I did what you asked,
But then again what you asked was an almost impossible task.
Yet I dug deeper and uncovered what was under my mask.

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Life

For anyone asking
My life is a mess
Which has my heart gasping for breath
As it fight this everlasting battle with stress

Still im expected to progress
Above the hardships of life
That of which I can no longer adress
So now its just on with the next

And the next, and the next
And now im perplexed
With this notion in my mind to be the best
Till my best is the best and greater than the rest
So all can see it shinning bright on my chest

But even then would it be enough?
Will in the end I come out tough? 
Tough enough to fly high and hold you negativity above my head
Hold it high for everyone to see the tears I shed

And its beginning to turn into a nasty thread
For the girl next door has the same aspiration before she reaches her death bed

But her story is different from mine you see
For she dies before she could ever be
And that story is sad to say,
Is what I always thought would come my way

And it becomes a vicious cycle you know
As I dodge the bullets from the gun that life holds
Forced by the destiny I once bestowed

So yes my life is a mess
But its mess is my work in progress