Poetry
Am Not What You See
If the suits I wear defined me David Beckham would for once Feel matched in his own game If my appearance, my presentability Ever explained all about my life I would not be a hard…
Poetry
I Fall Short
Though a Christian One rich in knowledge of the scripture One prominent with texts from the Bible That bring a wholly different view Though one who strives to please The LORD with…
Poetry
What I See Around
What I see around Makes my head pound Deafening my ears, silent, no sound I see kids flaunting wealth Everyone on social platform is well up Smiling and tagged on best captions…
Poetry
Least of My Passions
Writing is least of my passions Doesn’t add a breadcrumb to my table Nor does it contribute a shilling To my pressing monthly bills I do not say that am a writer I don’t claim to…
Poetry
You Still Work in Me
There are times I really don’t care About who you are, or what you can do Most times I choose to forget Where you got me from, the miry clay How you formed me in your hands And…
Poetry
Those of the Church
Those of the church Wear long dresses And keep short nails Those of the church Have a saint’s salutation And heavy Bible lingo Those of the church Abide to the rules Set forth for…
Poetry
I Am Inspired
Do I express my art? To outdo the sharpest dart? Or show how am set apart? Do I share what I write? To show how sharp and bright I am now that I have seen the light? Do I do this…
Poetry
I Don't Owe You an Explanation
I owe no one an explanation For choosing red or white I owe no soul an explanation Of my life choices and lifestyle As every man is as free as a bird And the sky is so vast To…
Poetry
I Stop Hating Myself
Sometimes I feel so down Worthless, a belt short of its buckle Sometimes I feel like a cheap spray Or perfume that smells like sweat I get to my knees but things get tougher I…
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Poetry
Still Thankful
I have worked so hard in life Perused through books of man And dug through the book of life Straight A’s I got Of good character I have been And laze never took the best of me I…
Poetry
Am Not Perfect
I strive to do good Yes, you may see me with my thick Bible With my masterly in cramming the verses And my strong christian dialect But I fall too So bad that I get hurt with…
Poetry
Am So Delicate
Am made of bones and flesh Which simply means I can be fractured by a donkey cart I have a small pumping heart That can go faint from a simple cut I am unaware of my fate And thus…