PPBlessing
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Category: Poetry
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We’ll race together Visiting all corners of the world Hand in hand, without a care All that matters is We’ll race, together.
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With youI am in loveBreathless, all for youDo you know that love is not lust?“Of course.” Of courseLove is not lustBut, with romantic love Comes some elements of lustAlways. AlwaysMy heart beatsYearning only for youEveryday, a testament ofMy love. My loveIt gladdens meKnowing your heart alsoBeats, as mine does constantlyFor you. For youI made a…
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To live or die? To be kind or wicked? To be greedy or generous… We’ve been taught to see things in opposites, what if we’re wrong?
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You’re asking questions I don’t want to answerYou’re providing answers I’m not interested inWe keep moving in circles without making headwayWe are better off apart than together
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Lagos, Kiri-kiri Prison, May 18 2022, 7.pm I can no longer hear the receding foot-falls of the priest who came to my cell to absolve me for the final time. The bowl of rice on my table has gotten cold and rancid. 17 years of being a death row prisoner did nothing to douse the…
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On days when you feel blue, may you have someone to share with. On days when tears like a flood break, may you have a shoulder to cry on. On days when your heart beats merry tunes, may you not dance alone.
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How well do I know myself?Aside astrology and temperamentsAside people’s opinions and judgmentsDo I really know who I am? From what lens do I see myself? Is it that which I read, learn or hear?Is it that which I feel, assume or imagine?Do I really know me?
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To be seen but not heardThe kitchen, your dwelling placeOutside, forbidden to speakYou hold your peace The kitchen, your dwelling placeThe other rooms, your death bedYou hold your peaceWithin, a shadow always The other rooms, your death bedYou lie still in mourningWithin, a shadow alwaysYou have no freedom You lie still in mourningOutside, forbidden to…
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With loud whispers And silent screamsI entreated youYet, you stood aloofUntouched, unmoved Held back by a crude beliefYou only could watchAs another devoured meTotally Written by PBlessing and Aniyom Obo Dien
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Like a clock whose battery had been removedMade to stand stillA choice, not given The bickering stopsTheir voices ceaseA loss they now must live withMocks them from below the ground Although I’m mutedI rise, undefeatedMy voice, I riseResounding victory chants Notwithstanding the tauntsLife begins againWith renewed strengthTo challenge all naysayers And onwards we matchTrailing paths…
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