Pimples On My Face Poem by Jide Pounds Ibitoye

The pimples on my face
Its my biggest disgrace
My act gives me a false praise
'fine boy', and i wonder and ponder at this phrase

My fingers are always glued to my face
Looking at the mirror and every time i gaze
and every time i pray it don't ruin my career
I've chosen a good life and this should not be a barrier

Before the advent of this good for noting face colonialist and exploiter
I was happy to be young and be called a fine player
now my face is my enemy
the greatest of my nails academy

My face is is my obsession
I've gotten the possible medication
Friends and family says its incurable
No! this is unbelievable!

My mum says 'don't worry its a matter of time
it will go and you will forget the uneasy taste of lime'
I hope I could say this too
I hope my mums promise comes true