"Can I help you ma?" He asked. His voice was scratchy and low and his tone rang out as sarcastic.
"What do you mean by 'Can I help you ma?'" she asked him in incredulity.
"I said what I said. Now what exactly is your problem?" He asked, obviously no...
Mama always said: Child, when you see a stranger, Run from the danger. Do not say a word, For like a sword, It can be used to hurt you. Keep mum to all the questions, The ones they're sure to ask. Do not believe whatever lies they say, For they're there to slay, So make sure you do not stay.
Papa joined in, warning, Child, when you see a stranger, Run for your life. You never know which he is, A friend or a foe, Take three steps back, Whenever you see a stranger close. They may smile, But that means, run for miles Because venom, hides behind their warm smiles.
I nodded my head in silent agreement, Even through my confusion, much to their enjoyment, As an obedient girl, I heeded to their voice, Not like there was much of a choice.
Times later, I met a stranger, But this one posed no danger. That, I was sure of, Their smile was not warm, But there was compassion in their eyes And they assured me of betterthings
I figured that this stranger was an exception, His expression betrayed no bad intentions Therefore, I did not run. Instead, I stayed, Going against all I had been ever taught, But was it worth it? Come, let's find out."
~Anjola Omoniyi, The Bridge.
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There you have it🎊 I decided to write this poem in first person, how'd I do? I almost didn't write this poem, but I made it work so thank God for inspiration.
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