Nsisong Bassey Poems

I was over you,
I had learnt to cook meals for one
To hold my own umbrella under the sun,
To finish my drink alone.
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There is nobody else here,
So it seems,
The room looks vacant
The space appears untouched
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We are not black,
we are brown
We are not the colour of tires,
Charcoal or bats
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Finally,

I made it,
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Under your watchful glare
I feel my coverings pale,
Then vanish altogether
Beneath your orbits shower,
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There are certain words i hate
Like cheers, enjoy, and penetrate,
There are others I adore
Glimpse, glimmer, gawk and celebrate,
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