ali chukwuemeka

(03 01 1989 / abeokuta)

Words Said Behind, Distractions They Are


I am happy to be who I was
Because I was specially made
Say whatever you like
I still remain the same
Only God knows
How and why he created me
Who are you to castigate
Who God has resuscitate
The real me are not my canal features
The real me resides in me
I am not one of those
Who enjoys taking queue
Among the wicked ones
One thing I know for sure
Criticizm is a cure
For the undemotic people
Because it propagates
Their personality, for the
Whole world to hear and see.
Say more of what you know about me
And see how great I become.
No matter how sharp the words
Spoken negatively to me
Never can it cut through me
Words spoken behind me
I count as distractions

Submitted: Thursday, February 14, 2013

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