Wesongah David Poems
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I Stand Tall-Yet Again
From the gloom that you dumped me,
The unfathomable abyss I was thrust into,
I exonerate myself of ambiance, heavenly disguise.
Disgusted you were with my pride,
And you let the onus fall much heavier,
But I still stand tall.
Are you surprised to see me?
You thought the swagger was gone?
You forgot of the coming of seasons,
Like summer, in winter it looks far off,
But like the high tides, it comes to pass,
And so shall I stand tall again.
You expected me begging for a pittance,
Sunken eyes laboring for pity,
Ribs through my tattered ...
I felt the pain when you looked at me,
And dismissed me with your stare.
I felt pained when you talked to me,
And made me feel like less a man.
And I felt it when you twisted your hips,
And crushed me to the mirth of your heart!
I felt used when you laughed like the devil,
And shifted whatever the label was- prada,