Churchil 'Sir flakes' Ajunyia
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Dear alcohol,
Save me,
Save me from my suffering
Save me from my pains
Save me from depressed self
Africanicity
NOTE for Sant...
All hope lost
JAIL OF REGRE...
Alcohol
A letter from...
By the grave
Heartbroken
Am Afraid
Friends Love
And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun
Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought
With this self-advocacy and self consoling Able to settle-down after some time Able to manage crucia... With this self-advocacy and self consoling Able to settle-down after some time A...
The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed; The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed;
The poem shows a helpless woman killing herself as she wants to get free of the blame. The poem shows a helpless woman killing herself as she wants to get free of the ...
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see. But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see.
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
Your insolent gaze was too high, so you were wrecked Your insolent gaze was too high, so you were wrecked
As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if it’s just to let it ... As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if ...
My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry looks like Nothing b... My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry l...
Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see. Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see.
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman... MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman...
But you will be watching me while I make all my moves. But you will be watching me while I make all my moves.
The poem shows how humans are destructing lives. The poem shows how humans are destructing lives.
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society? Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society?
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