Passing Showers.

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Yesterday a passing transient shower, Slaked my thirst so gently, softly, Parted my lips, shook my bones. They say the world is dying, I know, I remember how you said love died. It was a passing shower, a fancy, That left you cold and shivering. This…

Bleeding scars.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pv98UGrFisc Tap on Video To Watch Click the three dots by the right to download audio Play and Download Audio Here just like above Lyrics Bernard Bernard had a lot on his mind to say that day But…

My name is not matter

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This body swelled and stored fat without my permission. It shoved off measurements and proportions as it bloomed into society's black book. I try to convince myself that a giraffe is not a model because every elephant has a trunk but I do…

When your friend is sad

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When your friend is sad Like a cloak with a mind of its own Sadness doctors strangely upon you It wraps itself around your neck to restrict your freedom and trails along behind you to distort your steps Your mind should feel like home but…

Lazy Nigerian Youths - Motmot

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About the Poet Isaac Idehen Ugiagbe is currently a 400L student of Geomatics in the University of Benin. He is the lead graphic artist of Sensei Graphics, a lover of the piano and a Spoken word poet (with the stage name motmot) who aims to…

Emotions

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When I think of emotions, I imagine a switch. I imagine that love is a lightbulb in the room of my heart and I am comfortable in the dark. My eyes are dark adapted and my body has gotten used to the inescapable collision of darkness. I imagine…

Face in the Mirror.

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When a mirror stares at me, It gazes in scrutiny the curves of my lips, The puff of my chins, And the sparkle in my eyes, Then concludes upon its sham. When a mirror stares at me, It sees my whole life in a glance; The crashing of a thousand…

Perfect

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You’re a wordless poem I hope to perform Soundless music by a hyperactive orchestra My mind’s obsession painted on a blank canvas with the colors of the rainbow and the sadness of a soul You’re an art form A masterpiece The proof…

Airborne Answers

When the world seems to weigh you down And the sweet melody of life has become A cacophony of gritting bones and crushed dreams Breathe When love steals away on your darkest days and heartbreak comes to settle in your aorta Poisoning your…

Stranger Than Fiction

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When we carry calabash on our shoulders And our identities on our chins, We're judged by the battles our fathers fought and lost, For their scars were just new tribal marks. We do not hit the head of a chicken To stop her alarm when she…