As I watched Lola go....
See her stepped into the dark
Her hips delicately poised creating a scene
Like forever ago...
And no longer will I smile to the sun again
For that shades that look through the sun
Just stepped into the shadows, into the arms of strange men, and
-Here I am, watching as Lola goes...
Shall I tell you few things about Lola
This isn't some narrations you smile and forget
They are the many words, scared to be spoken
Words bottled in me, waiting for a chance to tear out...
She is a black Tamo chanter,
Her whitish teeth send the signal of
"This isn't your level, don't even dream it"
And so I bottled my first Hi...to Lola
Here is an equation that is thoughtful
A math question that is mindful
First let x be beautiful
Then let y be graceful
The solution is rather simple
that only Zero squared can say no
It is not just because I say so
The formula is what I know
A positive integer is a clue
Another hint is that it's true
Here is what you have to do
Merely Simplify x plus y = you
But I am just here holding the pen, while in reality, Lola isn't even mine, but I wish she could.......
Kareem Itunu Azeez
Topic(s) of this poem: poem