Emmanuel Damilola Adeyemo

I've got the blacks' blood
That makes me strong like a fired brick.
It doesn't rush like flood
And uniqueness, it speaks.
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Sorrow fills my heart
Like a target board attacked with darts.
Agony massages my heart
With her hands so tender and mild.
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Feeble fingers at work
The ball-point taking its walk,
Strolling through my sheet's streets
And its footprints it leaves in bits.
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One thing I know for sure,
Like a truth that can't be wrong,
p*ss that there is a better home
That can't be compared with Rome.
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The murder scenes continue
On my papers so cute.
My pen is the victim,
Ferociously starved of its blood and lymph.
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It's my day of joy,
A decade and five ago I received toys,
But now, it's a time to reflect not dance,
A period to check out my life at a glance.
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She's taken
But my thought I've given.
On my way I pray
Everyday she should appear.
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The tunnel I know,
is lined with so many foes,
glued to its walls
dissappointments upon failures.
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Even though you are here
And some of my courses are still unclear
Still I won't fear
Neither will I be in despair.
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My system got blind
and needed a new set of eyes,
So I squeezed out 17k
To get its screen replaced.
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Africa-
The adventurous sojourner.
On different roads, she has plyed
and of her experience, she can tell.
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Torrential rains in an agile afternoon,
As a matter of fact, we are not expecting the moon,
But the sun can’t also move near
‘cos rain drops are everywhere.
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Like a snail in the mud,
You cruised into our neighbourhood.
It is now obstinately obvious
That you are back again to dine.
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My mouth sings a solemn song
Well starved of melody.
My soul is about to plunge
As it hangs on the wings of agony.
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The birth of a new child
Springs forth a contagious form of joy.
It distributes a new hope to nurse
And new dreams to follow.
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On my bed I lay
With different thoughts crossing my way.
My eyes are wide open still,
After the fruitless search for sleep without pills.
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Outside I stand
Well surrounded with land;
Family Poaceae wears the crown
With its members as visible as dawn.
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Still your lovable lyricist-
God’s own boy Emmanulyrist.
He’s ready to flood your street
Like a well-trained physicist
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The sky is in sorrow
Like a knight hit by an arrow.
Her pains is so profound
Like a lame man crawling on the ground.
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