I Am Me Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

I Am Me



I am me, I love been nutty with lust and sex
I play it witty for the life out there is shitty
Full of life I live as though tomorrow shall not come
I am that slut in the dark corners of the city brothels
That which open her legs wide to flips of coins
The aroma of sweet weeds, the pales of liquor from men
I am me, that whom we make out and fall apart everyday
With no emotions nor touch of love
I work for the money and live by the pleasures of sin
I am me who entice you with the botches of my chest
Whom you were in a hurry to unclad in unholy hours of the night
I am me whom lived life and saw it all in hustles of the night
Yes, me whom gave you the wages of sin you deserved
I am me who was left at home tattered with rags of death
Yesterday I died without the cure to this virus
I am me whom they sang mourning songs in down town
I am me who saw the judgement coming in hasty clouds of eternity
I am me who burn in the lonely coal darkness of Hades
I am me who dies a thousand times everyday in hell

Tuesday, January 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death,sin
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Dedicated to all our ladies out there who sell their body and soul at the expenses of prostitution and died untimely death from HIV, Ritualist and other things that sniffed life out of them so soon.
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