Chiamaka Okorie

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I come to you in mock peace.
I come to you with a plain but filthy heart, filled with deceit and not of truth.
I hope you see me as i am.
With no hurt or pun intended.
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He smiles, a sweet seduction,
His eyes squint, my timeless memory,
Every curve on his lips are imprinted on my finger tips,
Lovely is the way he stares, with arousing secrecy,
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You say you sing me song of hope,
Songs of courage and not deciet.
But you lie.
I know now truly you have nothing but songs of hate.
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It funny how they try to make me cry.
They throw words my way in slick disguise.
Talking to me, 'You know what you and your people do..'
As innocent as could be..but metioning it in an 'oh so slick way'
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My pen is my key.
My key to new imaginations, abilities, and doors.
My paper is my copy write.
A written proof of my imagination.
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The HOTT river Thames flows through the streets at night
seeking a man to drink from her source.
And the mister stops but once;
he pays to taste her water and leaves her ravished.
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I know You are real because I feel you deep within me
I see with my eyes all my answered prayers
So, I know my words reach your ears
Yes, You hear my call and you reply.
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