Love Me Instead Poem by Melanie Emikohe

Keep up harder,
rip me with tactless whips
of your acid tongue.
I might have made you mad
sometime I don't know
and you wouldn't tell why.
Or is it just you-?

Working for a trophy,
my elusive tears?
But beware, don't defy.
If you move closer
to inflict me pain,
you shall be consumed,

and find me laughing,
enjoying, blooming!
For it's not me to give in
to somebody's pride
and lessened to an object.
You can publish my filth
or lick every gossip's ear.
But like I promised,

I will not break--,

(before your eyes) .