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Precious Okidika Poems
I'm a woman I'm a man I'm human And by every means humane.
Like my mother's earthen pot, Priced for its fragile form, I have held you priced thus, An easily broken fragile love.
Waiting For Sunrise
I am waiting for the sun. Hoping and praying, In every moment watching, Waiting for sunrise.
Alas I drift far from you my home, In pursuance of pasture green, And by many aland have crossed,
I Am Here
You went too far To hear my heart cry, Folarin my friend, Where are you?
Whisper to the wind.
Do Not Wait
My dearest friend, I bid you not wait. Time, my friend flies by, And hath no need to waste.
Hear! Hear! Friend, Do not think these fiends friends, All they seek my friend Is naught but your very end.
Elizabeth my love, Time does erb too fast And i cannot make it still, But i will rest my hope
Had it been more, This quake that shook my soul, And left me desireless of sleep, Perhaps my death would be.
Here comes Tomorrow, A sudden stranger to our town. Though for long we knew him nigh, Yet he comes to us too soon.
Weep not friend The days of fiends Is so soon to end Weep not friend
Crawl To My Bed
Adaoma. Pretty woman, Crawl to my bed tonight. Lets be jioned together,
Because You Will Be Gone
I will miss you sore, And think about you a million ways. No oil can soothe This sore you're leaving behind.
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I'm a woman
I'm a man
And by every means humane.
The world may not see me thus
But my judgement of me prevails
I'm a man, i'm a woman
And yes i'm human.
I'm a fine blend
By all means rare
Masculine in every bit
Feminine at heart.
I lost my virginity to myself
I was the lady
I was her groom
An odd coincidence in a human.
I'm not he the world sees
I'm a woman,
Yet every inch a man
Filled with masculine oestrogen.
Do not think me of base desires,
I only speak truth of all men.
Deep within lies a ...