Category: people poetry

• The Hem

  It must have been a week before she died.
  She was her usual cheerful self
  Smiling amidst numerous burdens
  And violations from frying pan and fire.

  She had finally paid off her debts
  She was due for her promotion
  She would have finally lived the life she wanted
  Did it count at this point?

  The hem came rather too late
  Alas, it never even came
  She was drained to the last platelet
  Maybe we would have had a scripture in her
  She would have touched the hem without greedy grins of desire

  She sat Infront of her fire
  He reached for her with the usual grin
  This time she did not stop him
  Then suddenly, he stepped back,
  disgusted by the stench of uncleanness
  His expression said more than a thousand words
  She grinned.

  – Winniefred F. Gbemuotor

  5th Aug 2022

  africa, corruption, gender, harassment, hustle, people, social vices, workplace

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• He/She/They

  He was famous in the world of the night
  Best dressed, generous, the waitress’ delight.
  His con was as beautiful as his charm
  At dawn his deals were done
  The shes wouldn’t remember anything.
  And on this night, he caught her,
  More dazzling than the sun
  All eyes could stare,
  But he preferred to see her bare
  Afro kinky games began
  He was tied to a bed of pleasure or so he thought
  A knock on the door and the con was conned
  He would have fallen into his own trap.
  But alas the plot twist of the century,
  The she turned out to be he
  The he turned out to be she
  Disorder, shock
  The con was conned

  _Winniefred F. Gbemuotor

  24th Jul 2022

  gender, LGBTQ, people, sexuality

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• Google

  Once upon a little goat
  It had fine fur and horns
  It grazed and grazed until it bloat
  Beside a bush of thorns

  It heard the lion roaring
  The eagle it saw soaring
  It bleat to the LORD,
  Oh creator mine, could you please end my suffering!

  I have no wings to fly
  My bleats make no one cry
  I graze all day on the lowliest grass
  With smells of urine and frass.

  Oh you ungrateful billy
  Said the LORD GOD almighty
  I gave you horns and beautiful fur
  A place to graze and nannies for every heure

  You’re not encroached for body parts
  Nor kept in a cage full of billy farts
  Yet you want a husky voice
  And wings to fly, have you no remorse?

  I protect your young from life’s worst threats
  Strengthen their limbs before they on which territories they thread
  And it’s not because I love the others less
  But because I show my might in the uniqueness of my love

  – Winniefred F. Gbemuotor

  23rd Jul 2022

  children, children poetry, goat, thankful

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