Ekeh Peace Poems

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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