Ekeh Peace
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I'm no saint—only human, weaknesses showing,
I sin without noticing, imperfect, still growing.
I won't wear a mask so you see me clean;
I'd rather be real than act like a screen.
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She wears a dress, a whispered shame,
A church girl lost, a faith to reclaim.
Today's praise, tomorrow's doubt,
But who's to say what's real, what's without?
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This is love — they call it lust sometimes,
But you can't love a face you don't desire, no lies.
Some say love is fake, some say it's true,
While others swear it died — I ask, what about you?
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She is lost in silence,
yet voices crowd every second
rejection's echo, a refrain that tells her she is unlovable.
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Ekeh Peace Biography
Ekeh Peace Udochukwu Generally know as (Ekeh Peace) is a reader, writer, and economist. She is from Isu LGA, Imo State, Nigeria. The third child and second daughter of four, she is a woman of integrity, diligent and creative. She believes poem writing is not 'pick a pen and go'.She believes it's more like gathering a bit of life (thinking, imagination, experience, wisdom) and letting all of these things collide on a page. That's why the best ones are lived-in, instead of manufactured. She believes memory + craft + honesty is what gives a poem its weight. Always Happy and social, yet at peace alone, she writes to pull out the best in people and bring peace to troubled minds.)
The Best Poem Of Ekeh Peace
No Saints In These Pews
I'm no saint—only human, weaknesses showing,
I sin without noticing, imperfect, still growing.
I won't wear a mask so you see me clean;
I'd rather be real than act like a screen.
I've known what it is to be very, very bad,
to plot in the quiet, not shout when I'm mad.
Now I watch our kind—preaching Christ through closed teeth,
dying secret deaths, chained addictions beneath.
They point at the log while their own beams stay fixed:
They lie, hold grudges, hot tempered, Disobedient to their church leaders i.e by coming to church late, gossip, judge—97% hypocrites.
They call secular songs a straight path to sin,
then play them behind doors and let shame slip in.
They fornicate, covet, let profanity fall,
ignore the Spirit's nudge—pretend it's not all
written down as the same kind of failing and pride.
When've they turned the cheek with nowhere to hide?
It's fine if you're reaching for something saint-new,
but stop measuring folks by the shoes that you've not chewed.
Only One justifies; only One gets to test—
devil or neighbor can keep their bequests.
So I'll walk my rough road, eyes open, head clear:
Christ, not their finger, will judge me right here.
Written by @Ekeh Peace
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