Category Archives: poems

never unhappy

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pull yourself together

retreat

into your soul

breathe mindfully

and

you will never be unhappy again

an irresolute attribute

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beauty

is an irresolute attribute

for

at its prime

instills vanity

but when it fades

it gives way

to a diffident old age

Lost poetry

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“where did you go?”

I asked my poetry

“you went…

in the search of greener pastures ”

she replied…

violated

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talk to my face

let your eyes focus

on my eyes

dont let them wander

down my neck …to my breasts

for it unnerves me

as

i am a mother,a sister and a wife

and the way you stare

makes me feel violated