Emmanuel Damilola Adeyemo Poems

I've got the blacks' blood
That makes me strong like a fired brick.
It doesn't rush like flood
And uniqueness, it speaks.
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Sorrow fills my heart
Like a target board attacked with darts.
Agony massages my heart
With her hands so tender and mild.
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Feeble fingers at work
The ball-point taking its walk,
Strolling through my sheet's streets
And its footprints it leaves in bits.
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One thing I know for sure,
Like a truth that can't be wrong,
p*ss that there is a better home
That can't be compared with Rome.
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The murder scenes continue
On my papers so cute.
My pen is the victim,
Ferociously starved of its blood and lymph.
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It's my day of joy,
A decade and five ago I received toys,
But now, it's a time to reflect not dance,
A period to check out my life at a glance.
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She's taken
But my thought I've given.
On my way I pray
Everyday she should appear.
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The tunnel I know,
is lined with so many foes,
glued to its walls
dissappointments upon failures.
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Even though you are here
And some of my courses are still unclear
Still I won't fear
Neither will I be in despair.
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