Melanie Emikohe Poems

The world is a square,

with crayons and walls
and a shoesized window
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I want to slither,
scrape my space
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Conceit stumbled
when she met the better one,
flaring feathers with grace.
She should have known.
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There are kinds of aches
that can be drugged right away,
some graduate by themselves
if you know how to flush 'em!
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I realized,
since I lost the greed for admiration
I been paralyzed,
Ego pumped me up on a daily basis.
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It was like all the universe' kindness
dispensed in my mailbox;
in typical days, it's just trash ads,
nagging bills, basic notices.
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A flirt sleeps with a smiling face
and wakes up with much purpose;
She designs her day and just fly,
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Those who pray the most....
hate the most,
Those who see too much of God
in themselves
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Sitting nowhere but the corners,
reading books, drawing faces;
walked only with one or two,
a favored time when I was shy.
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If I would hear the breathing
of an angry man and his knife,
when that deadly sharp
he shall flick to my neck,
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