Jolomi Amuka

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Jolomi Amuka
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I was born,
I cried,
I laughed,
I grew,
I schooled,
I suffered,
I traveled;
To act, and sing,
To dance and speak.
To love,
To write and re-write my play.
To inspire a young mind, just for a day.
For someday, when time presses play,
And the movie reel begins its clockwise rotation.
I will know that I had directed the Feth out of this picture, called life. more »

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Curse Of The Black Gold

Betwixt the firmament, and light's unerring speed;
Eros cries foul.
His quiver quivering
As greed mocks his valiant attempts with a rebarbative roar.

Broken slings, misplaced stings, lost wars-
And former triumphs becoming mere shadows of what once was.
The curse of the black gold,
The magical straw with an unending hole;
Nostrils flare wide, eyes bleeding red-
With an impeccable lust for domination.

Poisoned by familiar blood,
Bled by the enemy's son.
Now his head, a bountiful bounty,
Should someday a favor be required.


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