Michael Ordia Poems

Beneath the dark corner, she lay there
Love was the gift wrapped with fear
Gone were the days smiles were rocking
Now and then his fist did the talking.
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When I say black colour
I speak of the first and purest in the world
A colour they call negative, evil and of death
Black art, black magic, black man.
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When you see a poet
You see life at its best
He understands nature better than the first man
He sees the soul of all living, and inanimate
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Through the darkness
Through the dancing flame
When faith was madness
In this drenching rain
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Love was all he tried to carve
Due to rejection he was left to starve
He crowned you his queen, his only muse
You fed him theatrical words, he was being used
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They sought chemistry
We made art.
Love birds on the tree
We're bats.
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I am Africa
I am the first of our kind
I am history
I am tales a million years old
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I thought I could be strong for you mama
To endure the pain and drama
The countless whips on my naked body
The tears that flow all night.
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I have seen God.
Her head raised high, poised and beautiful
Smooth skin that seems to control nature in her veins.
In her was history, the first, the genesis.
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