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Dance

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Dance Dance! Dance!! Dance!!! For your doom is here Rushing to you with Arms wide open Expecting an embrace Rejoice! Rejoice!! Rejoice!!! For your tormentor Sings songs of victory Just because your doom Is at hand Be happy! Jump for joy! Jubilate! For your kings Contributes to your sickness Smiling as you die slowly They watch you fade away They expose you in the city of plague Still you are told to stay safe Dance, oh! Earth Rejoice be glad Felicitate, oh! Jubilate For you're helpless For you'll die a pauper And your kings will follow suit Only in their expensive suits ®Sam Petros

OLUWAPELUMI

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OLUWAPELUMI Like the new moon You light my path Like the stars beautifies a moon night Your presence beautifies my heart Oluwapelumi Your name invites eternity I want you not to leave my side But to be by my side till we are weak I want to sleep every night With you by side To wake every morning With your heads in my arm I want to cuddle you In the cold night Your body and I Intertwined in each other I want to kiss passionately With the moon as the special guest And the stars as the spectators Witnessing our love story And when we are weak When my hands couldn't Hold pen any longer I want your hands in mine Firm never letting to go Our smiles from our toothless mouth Would brighten the moonless night Inviting the stars and moon to witness it too I want you to prove your name And be with me forever Oluwapelumi ®Sam Petros

Another one down

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ANOTHER ONE DOWN😞 News flash... Officer involved shooting... Suspected robber... Unarmed black… gunned down... Sighs… Tearful eyes. Hate… Cruel fate. Black kid strolling down the street, Unarmed to his feet; Shot dead like a dog, By the nation's watchdog. Begged for his life on his knees, Deaf ears to his pleas. The real robber ran behind, They see, yet they're blind. It's on the papers, it's on the news, And yet it's no news; They've got the guns, they've got the law, Backing up their flaw. Mother weeps, just lost her son; Bulllet from a gun. Father mourns, just lost his heir, To speak, none would dare. First they made us into slaves, Now they're digging our graves. Dead nephews, dead brothers, Little babies, no fathers. Black deaths in decimals, They treat us like animals; And when we succumb to our rage, They lock us up in a cage. Where's the love, where's the unity? It's all brutality. Where

Somebody

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There's always gonna be somebody out there Who's gonna seem happy, While we aren't There's always gonna be somebody out there Who's gonna seem far better and well off than we are While we're anything but There's always gonna be somebody out there Who finally met the right one, While we aren't any time soon There's always gonna be somebody out there Who's gonna have the perfect stature and shape we've longed for since forever, While we're stuck with what God felt was right for us There's always gonna be somebody out there Who's gonna seem happy and contented, While we know we're anything but There's always gonna be somebody out there Who's gonna seem blessed completely, While we're waiting on God to do ours still There's always gonna be somebody out there Who has it all, While we've some, we don't have all There's always gonna be somebody out there Who's everythi

Devil's kiss

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DEVIL'S KISS Passionate lingering kiss, Oh a moment of bliss! Gently rising heat, An act of deceit. Curvy body sways, Oh your numbered days! Beauty before your eyes, The devil in disguise. Red poisoned lips, Slender apple hips; Rolling wet tongue, Oh the night is young! Hot and cheesy, Until you get dizzy; Eyeballs roll around, Body falls to the ground. A moment to reminisce, On that lovey kiss; You fell for the appeal, If only it were real. Hands reach out for her, 'Oh Monalisa, Honey in my tea, Why do this to me?' 'Too late darling Dave, Money is all I crave; I'm just a paid actress, And you led me to your Fortress. Winks. © Princewill 👁️

Ten lines ⚟ of lies

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TEN LINES OF LIES The words in this poem are true, The world is better with you; I'm glad that we met, I have no regret. You meant a lot to me, With you I felt free; You never raised your voice, Nor failed to give me a choice. It's not my fault you had to die, I always loved your smile. © Princewill 👁️

White Stereotype

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White Stereotype This could be us. Bonding in saliva and in fever I love you so much Denver But you labeled me a taker Since my people have been taking from you forcefully I didn't even support them fully Behind the scenes I was fighting for you wholly I'm timid, naive and afraid to fight for you openly Cause I'm sacred I will be labeled a traitor This could be us! Sharing one heart, while listening to the music you love But here we are, far away from you The sins of my people tearing us apart Give or take Everyone is here for themselves Can't we be here for ourselves and not against our heartbeat Shouldn't we been fighting for our love, tearing the skin that took us apart This could be us! But no this is not us How can this be us When my love is seen as plot to explore your body Every of my kindness is perceived as a silent threat I'm even afraid to touch your melanin skin Because I will be labeled a rapist When in reality I'm just a pianist Exp

I'm black

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I'm  Black I am black, And I'm here to stay. You can hate and slay, But you never get a pay. Even if heaven flows underneath my feet, I'd again choose black for it damn fit. I am black And I promise to never lack nor even slack. You might try to beat You might want to hate But won't be used as a bait. You can arrest me, You can hurt me, You can kill me. But you can never change the color I bleed! Black Color isn't complete without black, If you want it to spark. Black is peace Black is purity Black is white Black and white. Vision in the 60s. ©Gemini Pride

Black Disease

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Black Disease This could be us! But you named me black; A parasite of human race. My color is a disease, isn't it? The milk you don't want to taste twice. The devil you never want to get related with. You distaste me with your mind. Pump lies at me with your heart. Rubbed me in the dirt with your eyes. Twisted my fate with your mouth. Yet that isn't enough Till you stained your hands with my blood. But the good news is, Your white history isn't complete without blacks; Ask Barrack Obama, who ruled you for years. Or ask the black Angel of your country, Dr Martin Luther King Jr, what he dreamt of; definitely not racism. Your book of white history is still stained in black, Ask George Stinney Jr, Yes! The fourteen years old boy who took a rough ride to heaven for what offense? Oh now I know; he has that black disease which is indeed killing you. You might have forgotten but history is still intact. 1944 won't forget June 16. You beat

The white python

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The White Python A white bolt dances across the sky, Nature’s raw untamed power, Lightning! Casting the landscape in silhouettes. A Boom! A Crack!  Its partner follows suit. Performers in an eternal dance. A weapon of the Gods. Yet mere men seek to tame it. Rainmakers they call themselves, Men of charms and drabs. The white python has no master. Wrecking carnage at its bidding Does a snake ever bite its tail? The’ boom announces its dance, Its messenger, its fore runner. They say fear is not a thing for men. And so Okonkwo danced with the python, And met his end.

The manager

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The Manager Every rising  sun Meets me on the farm Not mine Nor my father's But someone else's Every setting sun Leaves me in a big compound Where I toil not my field Nor my parents But that which  Is for a stranger Thou I'm a man of age I couldn't help but manage I couldn't man age Instead age man me Bossing me to obey it's command I am a famous man For poverty dwells with me Pain is my anchor And bitterness my best friend I am dressed in a robe of penury The crown of poverty adorns me On my hands are bangles of hopelessness Complimenting my beautiful outfit of doom I have no one to look up to But the supreme up above No where to turn to Even a house, I didn't own I eat the delicacies of sorrow Drank the wine of anguish, In a mansion of wretchedness I am king I manage all I have I mean all of nothing I am a manager Who manage his life, A stupendous manger ® Sam Petros