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YOU

I need to write to you Because you are my most important reader. Some days, you won't be the best Some days, you won't feel good enough Some days, you will let all the negativity in and let it drown you Some days, you won't win the raging battle within Some days, you'll see yourself through the scrutinizing eyes of others and pick every part of you apart Every tiny detail that makes you You and you won't see what I see You won't see it because the vision of you is clouded by the tears in your eyes Draining away all the sorrow, in the moment. Because the cycle might never end But we can only get stronger at drawing ourselves out of the depths And in all of those days, I want you to know. You are enough. You are beautiful. You are more than meets the eye. You have a lot to offer. You are an asset not a liability. You are stronger than you know. And one day, someone will see rainbows in your flaws. And that someone is you. poem by: Agboanike Ni...

Breeze breath.

Breeze breath. Walking down the road, I feel done and dead. I feel disconnected My mind, my legs My hands, my stomach And my heart All in different places. Suddenly, a cool breeze hits me. Wow, it does mollify me It does sooth me to some extent. Only if we breathed that, Take a deep breath and you will understand. Air so cool and comforting. I know, no one ever took notice of that. I'm better now. Though just a bit down, I know, if it keeps on this way, Eventually I'll be completely fine. Just one more or a couple more Deep breaths and I'll be fine. ©obrianmazunda

THE LOVE OF A MOTHER

The greatest and deadliest of all times A love so strong, would push you to sin You can't resist as long as it insists Could be pure and also dangerous Could be safe and also your darkness It consumes like fire For the love of a mother Is the most dangerous ever © Maracci

NAKED TRUTH

One day, a school teacher wro 9×1=7 9×2=18 9×3=27 9×4=36 9×5=45 9×6=54 9×7=63 9×8=72 9×9=81 9×10=90 When He was done, he looked back at the students and they were all laughing at him because of the first equation which was wrong. Then the teacher said the following: I wrote the first equation wrong on purpose, because I wanted you to learn Something important. This was for you to know how the world out there will TREAT you! You can see that I wrote the RIGHT thing nine times, but none of you congratulated me for it. But you all laughed and criticized me because of one wrong thing I did. The lesson is: The world Will Never Appreciate the good you do a million times, but will Criticize the one wrong thing you do. So don't Get Discouraged! ALWAYS RISE ABOVE ALL CRITICISM. Don't Look Up to man; look Up to God!

FOREVER'S PROMISE

You've heard about her, haven't you? The one they call forever. Her beauty is one you've never heard of or seen. It blossoms like a lily in harmattan. She's bright too, So bright that the light she emits blinds me when I look at her. How about you? Have you seen forever? They say she made a promise. One I do not know. Do you know the promise? I heard no one knows. They say that's the point of the promise. No one knows what it is. Is it good or bad this promise? Animate or not? No one knows, but hope is what we all do. Hope to be there when this promise of her's is fulfilled. We all like her-forever- we want to be with her Or better still, enjoy this promise of her's. Some say they've glimpsed it, this promise. They say it's not what we thought it would be. They say the promise is draped in light, That this promise is so bright. They say forever holds the promise in her slender, long fingers. They say she fiddles with it, ...