Sunday:
Dear Child,
Daily I peep
Through these dust-stained
Lavender widows blinds
They don't see me, but I see them
They which are me
Me of the past life
Their red cup
Once told my story
Their Louis Vuitton bag
once held my glory
and these eye bags
once beheld my folly
Monday:
Then came a tear from heaven
a blessing in disguise
a breath of fresh air
and of life.. my child
your soft voice rustle
across the cold retro apartment
as I sing slow songs of stress
sex and of tears
Tuesday:
I don't ever want no friends
I'm cool with Family
and you know what is
said about Family
It's not about Blood and
all that biological stuff
You get to choose your own family
and Family is Enough!
How beautiful is your family
if it's related by Blood
Wednesday:
Dear Child, say your prayers
Go to mass, Pray for Ma
These scars in my heart
they heal slow.. kumbaya
These pain in my heart
they implode.. kumbaya
cos your Smile so sharp
it stings
and the thing behind you
is a thing
Just like me, Just like Ma
Thursday:
Dear Child, don't forget this
stop when it's hard to think
There's no such thing as jinx
Depression comes in bits
Partners smell like fish
and Pampers smell Like shit!
Now go to sleep
Fridays are chill.
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POETRY OF NO GENRE part 3 by JOE ELLAH. (Summer Lagos 2021 Collection) PONG3
PoetryAfter the successful publication of POETRY OF NO GENRE part 1 and 2 to critical acclaim and the delight of poetry lovers across the Lagos socialsphere .. Joseph Jasper Ellah AKA Joe Ellah is ready to treat his followers this summer to the 3rd insta...
