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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…

Wright

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Wrong isn't wrong, it is just a little less right It is wright we scream to ourselves. To him who is pure, all things are pure. and so the rest of us who are tainted see everything through skewed lenses calling the world grey so our…

What will people say?

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I've seen giantsEnd up as dwarfsTaj Mahal blueprintsEnd up as unpublished drafts. I've seen CheckmatesEnd up as lossesFor the player, was checkingMates paces to run personal races.Rocks have been reduced to ashesFor they were scared of harsh…

Love and Fear

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They say love is comforting But I swear it has me scared to death You tell me you're stressed I hear you're completely fatigued You tell me you're hungry I hear you've been starving for days You tell me you're cold I hear you're…

Peacock

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You beat your chest all the time, Inflicting pains to your innocent heart, Now it wails like a hungry toddler whose mother voyaged away with all the milk. You beat your chest all the time, And crowned yourself a demigod, screaming of your…

Tears

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I promised I'd let myself cry whenever I needed to and it took this decision to help me realize Tears aren't enough Growing up, I cried a lot from pain, more emotional than physical I always cried. This might've been okay, maybe but I'm…

When there isn't me, there's no us.

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Have you noticed? When I don't talk,There's silence between us. When I don't call,There's distance. When I don't text,We run out of words. Have you noticed? When I don't askThere's no openness. When I don't show affectionNone…

How To Break a Heart

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I have heard of broken hearts But I've never seen their smashed pieces littered on marble floors. I have heard of broken hearts But they still seem to beat and pump blood into veins. I have heard of broken hearts How come they pull themselves…
What used to bother me bothers me no more.

What used to bother me, bothers me no more.

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Yesterday was a Sunday that had me asking: -where the Sun dey? But things that bothered me,Bothers me no more,For I've come in terms with the fact that there are some things I'll never know, -like who God's mom is. Maybe when I see…

YOUR CONTEMPT TO ME MEANS NOTHING.

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You may write my sins on to the heavens And cause me problems, a score of twenty-seven. You may raise dust around with your busy feet And Increase the volume of the noise you call music. You may strip my happiness naked and push me to…