Mr Smoothie (POEM)

Words of dishonesty,
Faithful lies are all you utter,
Pretentious handsome dude,
A slacker in all shades,
Politely speaking with such insouciance,
Telling them tales of your fake awesomeness,
Preaching the word of love when you have none to offer,
The shape of her hips,
Her moist red lips,
Those are the only things that drives you nut,
Taking you on your worthless journeys,
But wait!!! Mr Smoothie,
Your word of lies can now be kept in your pockets,
Walk away with your head high as you do,
Because she has gained immunity to your words,

Hey, Mr Smoothie,  she grew resolved relatively smarter than she used to be.

Alawaye Mariam

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Oh Beautiful Creature (POEM)

Step by step she moves with elegance,
Her radiance is in competition with the sun,
Her beautiful smile could heal pains,
Lightning up weary faces with her fairy lights,
With her shoulders high, call her soi.gnee,
Her blue eyes be preaching the word of love,
Dressed in modesty but her beauty cannot be covered,
Her jaunty smile shows she is at peace with herself,
Even the grandee of all accord her with nobility,
Compare her to a perspex, but she is a glass,
With beauty that can be compared to none,

Keep on shining like you always do, oh beautiful creature!!!

To every lady out there, never allow anyone make you feel less... 

You are beautiful!!! Yes you are... Fat, thin, round, square...Listen!!! 

God made you with His own hands n He makes no junks......You are beautiful

By ALAWAYE MARIAM

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A tale of addiction n love -- Poem

Voracious smoker,
Excessive Drinker,
Red burning bulgy eyes,
Black thick lips,
Treble voice that sends tremor to the spine,
Heavy steps that shakes the hardest floor,
Approaching him with my calm eyes,
Touching his hard skin with my soft palm,
Agape I became,
As he lights the next spliff,
Puffing some smoke on my Mary kay face,

Looking into my eyes n hoping I say something,
But what other words are you expecting my dear?
After I have spoken in the language of love,
How else do I preach to the one I love?
How do I say this will damage your system?
When he is a king in Anatomy,

How do I put a stop to your madness?
How do I help with your addiction?
How do I speak with conviction?
Giving adduce to why you should stop,
How do I save you from your doom?
In what language do I make my words obtrude your thoughts?
Let me be your new addiction, dear Moonlight

By ALAWAYE MARIAM

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WHAT NAME IS IT CALLED -- MODERNITY OR FREEDOM (POEM)

*WHAT NAME IS IT CALLED?*

She went to the market

Bought the clothes
Price?
I know not
But I can see it's expensive...
She went to her tailor
'Sew,' she said
'The trending design in town'.
The tailor got to work.
Days later,
She was back
To collect her clothes.
Gleefully, she danced
As she wore them on
Her slim frame.
I talked not.
But I shook my head...
All heads turn
As she swings her hips
Here and there
Like the Jingle-over-epo -moto
Of days old.
She was gay.
She was a trending girl
Lady she wasn't
For if you call her one
She hurls abusives at you.
Girl she was...
So she has to dress
In rags....
Which is the craze of the day...
I talk not
I see her not.
Cos they say it is freedom
It is modernity
So she can walk the street
Naked like a mad woman....
*It is freedom...*

He was born

Like a normal child.
Mum, good
Dad, gooder...
They tried to insert into him
The goodest of attributes.
He went to school
Forgot the goody lessons.
They were bondages
They dull him
They were monotonous
They were backward.
He needed freedom.
His friends offered it to him.
He became better
Than his teachers
Smoke from his eyes and nose
Like the first coal engine
He sags like the devil he was
Preachings, his greatest enemy
Home, he deserted.
Girlfriends, are clothes
He dishes and dashes
Yahoo, his brain child
Maga pays, he squanders....
They talk not...
I talk not...
I look at him
I shook my head
They praise him
And say
*It is freedom*
*It is modernity.*

His parents never took
From him a dime
Rather they shouted at him
Yet the fools abused them
Took from him and said
He is a modern boy...
I consoled his parents
You have tried your bestest
Let him be
Cos they had said
*It is modernity*
*It is freedom...*

You saw him
He begged you
To say yes to him.
He loved you, he had said.
Yet you refuse vehemently.
He will break your heart, you said.
Men are fools.
You don't need them, you shouted.
I begged you too...
Yet you cursed me
And they talked not.
Then, you saw her
An innocent young girl
You took to her
And taught her your perverted ways
She will satisfy you
As men won't be able to...
Yet I shouted again
No one listened to me...
They left you and cursed me
They said
*It is freedom*
*It is modernity.*

She will take care of her
In a way no man will ever do
And tne young girl fell to you
And grew up hating men
Spreading your gospel of doom...
Still they said nothing
*It is freedom*
*It is modernity...*

I look at myself
I see the world
I see a lot.
They assault my eyes
So tey...
I have to drop my head
To lower my gaze.
Yet my ears are not safe
And when I raise my head a little
To see for another mile
I see them again...
I am the only shouter
I talk.
At times I talk not...

My talk is as useless
As a spittle in an ocean of dirt.
Hence, I tell them I speak not
But I still speak
And speak I shall.
Till my voice is heard
Above the din
That the world has become...
If they join me not
I shall shout myself hoarse
Till all goes well....
A resolve I had taken
To combat
This madness called freedom
And this craziness called...
*Modernity...*

Are you interested?
Join me...
Or wait till you hear my voice...

*By* I. A. Y
*FIRSTMAN✍*

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VICTIMS --- FEMALE CHILD PROSECUTION (POEM)

Even with the relaxed pace of life,  

Which comes atimes with grief and sadness,

Even with the sea breeze and refreshing air,
They still feel the fire burning deep down.

The joy of life leave unforgettable memories,
But the pain could also leave scars for eternity to watch.
Running from pillar to post,
With that wary smile on their face,
With their heart steadily beating,
With the wounds and pain,
They feel jaded off.

With the unpleasant memories,
They became shortsighted,
Seeing only the evil of man,
Reluctantly taking the next steps in their lives,
They want to heal, yes!! they really do,
But the pain lingering has gone too deep.

Emotional destruction,
Psychological degradation,
Mental dysfunction, are the only wealth in their possession.

Religion and morality is now too absurd for them,
And they finally blame God for their agony.
They are patients of pain.

They are offspring of sadness,
They are Victims!!!

WHAT Should YOU DO :- You Like Him/Her But He/She Has a Boyfriend/Girlfriend.

The Girl Child must be educated!!!
She must be informed!!!
She must not be discriminated!!!
She is not a sex vessel!!!
She is an epitome of beauty!!!
She is your life!!!
She is not meant for prostitution!!!!!!!!!
  Written by Alawaye Mariam.

Alawaye Mariam is my name and I say YES to the Girl Child Education. 

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