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I can hear them
The mumbling of their stomach and the weakness of their strength.
I could obviously read them; their confused thoughts written on their fore-head,
The sweat of survival which stood around their neck
and the hope which their eyes couldn’t reach.
I can hear them,
Their screaming pass and the dirtiness of the crowd in their head.
I could obviously read them
the strength they labored after losing their right to human wickedness.
They were the victim of persuasion
begging the friendly foe for life.
I can hear how their tears rained an ocean that flooded both the nude and shelter dreams they aimed achieve.
I can hear them clearly,
barking God with screaming that could pause heartbeat.
They have died in their living
They have lusted in their loving
They have buried their destiny
They have mildly grew wild
They have shout like jingles
They have rant a prayer
Which, I could hear them, so clearly.
Their voice is the grumbling of my belly,
Their disaster is the picture is see daily,
They are my imagined siblings
cutting the wound of my heart deeply.
Oh! I have known them too badly,
I couldn’t reach them in a hurry,
My ears is tired of talking.
And those lurking around the homeless street begging alms.
They are my imagined family,
They are the voices I hear,
They really cause me despair.
A beauty beyond imaginary:
As you have stolen every chances of meeting you
As you have wiped away my teary face
As you given me your arms to lean on,
You are a beauty beyond imaginary.
You can chase about the trail I left behind
You could be the Oooooooooooooo, that slaughters any cruel silence that has gotten a hold of me;
you could be my life partner
and as well my last best my hope,
remember, this beauty beyond imaginery is what you are.
I am not promising not to break the ties that knots heart,
Either, I am saying
I will break those parts
I feel it’s delicate about you.
You can praise my courage,
if you please,
You can be my utmost guest indeed.
The beauty beyond imaginary is you
and there is nothing worth diminishing about you;
if the true eyes could see through
your gait and your eyes
and the right legs could tread the path to your round about.
I am sorry
if I grew a lot
to be a burden to you.
I love you.
ABOUT JUMOKE ADESEWA OLAH
From the author:
I am mused.
Jumoke adesewa olah.
Date of birth: may 8,1995
Hobby: listening to music and writing.
I am a budding poet
I am not a caring type,
I love a cool and calm environment.
I am a shy
And a person of boring personality,
I love smiling
And lastly, there are people there, waiting for me.
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