Drop Your Suicide Idea My Love Is For You Poem by alexander opicho

As young as you are and beautiful as you do
You want to kill yourself, why my dear love?
Drop that suicide idea for it’s not godly
It is devilish in origin emanating from the baseness
Of you unguarded cosnciounsseness
Don’t kill yourself today for tomorrow is yours
Days to come are desperately the protégés
Of the power in your beauty and vastness of your life
It is only today that a snag has popped up in the tumbler of your life
But like foamish bubble it is bound to go, go and leave you free
It is in the wise orderliness of natural reality that you endure today
Challenges, tribulations and trial-some conditions that you are seeing
But my dear queen, accept them all breathe in deep and look yonder
Behold the robust life in your bust in the blessed land
That will nurse plummage of your glory and the helm of your purpose,
Ignore them all that have condemned you to trauma
All of the ignore them, be they whatsoever they are;
Poverty
Race
Colour
Gender
Tribe
Loss
Mayhem
Deformity
Shame
Rape
Crime
Love
Disease
Job
Toxic friends
Marriage
Ignore them all, they are only lemonizig you
Because they are not the chief purpose of your life
If you kill yourself because of the me
You would have duferishly goofed
Because they are not what you were born for
Your own turf is coming tomorrow
Kindly drop the tools of suicide from your hands
And wait for them they will come tomorrow
It is not far, only one night to come.