ROTLIGHT… I picked up the pen✍️ and wrote again This time with an assurance that , ”everything masterminded will surely be overthrown” (May we always find reasons to be alive in every wher...

Heavy with child, stressed at work Severally insulted and put in the dock With situation at home she could not take a walk Sometimes she cleans, then she hawks In penury, her children were reared...

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The male is the head. The husband of the wife. Provides and looks after his household. The male is the ruler. He guides and protects. He cares and monitors. Working fine and never gives up even...

The world hums with voices, a thousand different sounds. From far-off lands, from close-by towns. Little groups of people, called tribes, small and large. They learn to speak the same way, from when ...

Hands that rest, they do not build. A day goes by, with tasks unfilled. No heavy lift, no gentle touch. Things stay the same, not doing much. Tongues that sleep, they will not cheer. No friendly wor...

In shadows creep the whispers low, A chill that wraps the heart in woe. When fear is around, the light may fade, Yet courage blooms where doubts invade. With trembling hands and racing heart, The str...

Our bodies feel a natural pull, A wanting strong, a spirit full. But feelings change, and hearts can break, So careful choices we must make. To share a touch, a gentle kiss, Should bring true joy, a...

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What I think, It's what I see. And What I see Soon becomes my thinking. The world is to everyone of his individual perception, And men, but a reflex of their mental state. As He thinketh in his he...

.. I wasn’t done, I picked the pen✍️ again and wrote till I’ll be heard… The truth will always find it’s way out I looked back and “it” started to make sense The words, The truth, The...

The voice of sorrow with melancholic thoughts Wearied eyes of tears that refused to dry Troubled body, spirit and soul, shouts 'Give me children lest I die!' Speak to my womb and it'll come alive ...

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Tell me,  ‎Why would this monkey be fed with sour water?  ‎Drinking from the pool of Mara like say na him commit the sin of Israel.  ‎Wandering like Cain, cursed to roam,  ‎Like dry bo...

Little seeds sleep deep below, Waiting for their chance to grow. They don't rush, they just stay still, Till sun and rain their promise is fulfilled. . A tiny bud, a leaf so green, Not everything is ...

What I see, But it isn't it. It's my very own reflection as within. Yet, I know it not. It's my very thoughts that I saw, The very reflexes of my mental state. My Will,the indwelling self is at war w...

Black is a color. A color with deep meaning for some. Black is a color. For some it meant power. Another Sorrow. And yet another grieving. Still more will say violence. And another not for God....

Do you feel the void? The one you are about to create in your heart as you kill me There was not a single tear in her eye Not a trace of fear in her face Instead a small smile played on her lips as s...

*WERE AT WAR GROWING UP!* Many questions arose along the line They troubled a child to live a life Already in tears Uncertainties, Worries and fears Our first fault was we never queried our folks If...

A pen and a page portraying piled emotions #Heritagewrites #poetry #Nirclepoetrycommunity #Nirclechapbook #piledemotions