Annabelle

By Christokin Christopherson

Nature truly certifies you as beauty
Infinite In purity
And absolutely nobody can partake in your duty
You bring joy where there is sadness
And bright lights when there is darkness
Annabelle,I love your intense gravity than force
Your beauty puts the world at pause
Your doll will be my painkiller
I don't need a Panadol
You are the God given gift
The apple that didn't fall far from my tree
You will always be sweet like honey
Not Letter A or B


I only see the bright side with you
I don't need a mentor you are my idol
No need for the gym, because your strength is what I've been working out for
Like a river your beauty just overflows
Your hair is beautiful with no curls
I want to have a love Kingdom with you
That one Shakespeare talks about
Annabelle,the most beautiful girl
She has a treasure which is very rare
I want our story to be heard
Like Romeo and Juliet
Like J.J and Konadu
I want us to be old together and say we made it


You will correct my wrong
And show me the path to your heart
I will make it full with love
You will be my lightning guide
And me your rod
All girls are the same that's what I keep hearing
But You and I won't be like them
We will make it till the end
Your beauty sings on my phone not like some songs
And your pictures so perfect
I will be your Justin
My heart rings for your love
So be my ambient 

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I Thought Wrong

By Joel Abakah

Forgive me Mama. Forgive me for I have sinned against your love. Time in years have passed but still these memories keep haunting me. Back to the days when I was a fool for outside opinion so I chose some strangers and neglected you, my champion.

It lingers in my mind how young me was so blind to your love but you never ever did mind. Or maybe at night your emotions took a flight to your lachrymal traveling on the plane of sadness where the weather in your eyes was just unending tears of rain. But how would I know when I…

I remember this. When you wore the faded clothes torn at the sides and dressed me up like a Prince. You'd be taking me to school and I'd say, 'hey mom I will walk the rest of the way'. It felt shy to be seen with you and when I was asked, 'is that your mom?' I'd be a Judas and quickly deny you. Oh my!

I made opinions my silver and gold while I boldly betrayed your unfathomable love. But you were a Jesus carrying my poverty, crucifying your self comfort and luxury for my undeserving young ungrateful self. Oh mom! Young me had sinned against your love.

How did you survive the cold cursed floor of our house back then. You'd sacrifice the bed for my sake and sleep on the bare wretched floor. When the night felt cold you would cover me with a blanket and warm yourself with thoughts of tomorrow's survival heating up your mind. Aw Mama.

I could not see your love and it sense because all I wore was an ungrateful lens. I knew you tried your best but I'd go outside, neglect you and choose the rest.

I am sure if God told you to sacrifice me like Isaac your stubborn love for me would strangle your obedience for the creator. You loved me.

You were my pot of happiness but young me broke that pot. And now, I'm eagerly searching for broken pieces of that pot so that they will cut through my emotions and I will bleed smiles and laughter. But no, around me is a fortress of everything contrary.

Because now that I think back, my real happiness was you. Silly me missed out on the smiles and laughter we could have together embraced. Now you are gone and I am at your grave reciting this. Reciting this while wanting back your inside bliss.

I am now a man. A man walking on the road of the present but every direction keeps sending me to my past. A past I understand at last but young me couldn't grab it fast. I caused you pain I'm sure. But still you kept open your love door. Why?

I do not want to reminisce anymore. It's worsening my self inflicted emotional sore.

I am in tears.

I regret those years.

I was a young fool.

Forgive me Mama, before I drown in my tearing pool.

Because I... I thought wrong. 

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Before Earth

By Janet Naa Adarku Quarcoo

You could have just let me choose;
I'm sure I would have made a perfect choice.
Satisfactorily. In my view.
You could have flipped by their pictures,
So I would choose their gorgeous skin colors,
The immaculate eyes.
The beautiful bodies.
You could have made me examine their bank records,
So I would choose the huge happy homes,
The latest cars.
And one of those expensive exquisite puppies.
Most of all, what I would have badly wanted to know,
Was how much they wanted me;
The joy I would bring to them.
But you didn't.
You only told me to pack my umbilical luggage,
And why heaven so gigantic
And by all standards, grand,
Would let me out through such narrow painful gate



I would forever wonder.
From the gate,
I fell into cries of glee and laughter,
Into awaiting eagerness,
With a silver spoon in my mouth.
From another gate,
I fell into the arms that never wanted me,
Into a toilet bowl,
Into gutters and garbage sites.
You choose who I love from day one.
They may cause me pain,
But I still love them anyway.
Everyday is a blessing,
Every minute, a lesson
Learning to be grateful is not easy,
But I have.
And all thanks to you.
So if it seems like I'm questioning you
Remind me of why I'm here.

 

 

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God! How's your day going?

By Amos Osei Owusu

God! How's your day going?
I'm sure you know how everyone is doing?
Is there anything that makes you rejoice?
Because I'm surprise
Your blessings, we do receive
Now it's a tool to deceive

God! How's your day going?
I'm sure you know how everyone is doing?
Please can we take a tour?
Have a look at the rages of war
Women and children are powerless
Yes, they've become homeless

God! How's your day going
I'm sure you know how everyone is doing
Let's take a crossover
The dogs call for law and order!
But look at the streets, there is a murder!
Does that black life matter?

God! How's your day going?
I'm sure you know how everyone is doing?
Lest I forget, the world is sick
We're living with a pandemic
I'm aware! You're coming;
But first, kindly heal us in Jesus' name, Amen 

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Shattered

By Joel Abakah

Sigh! What was wrong with who I was? I looked into the mirror of everyone's criticism and saw the reflection of my mediocrity and inadequacy. Was I just bare with no trace of refinement? I never sought for change but society wanted to make me elegant and accepted so I had to conceal the identity of my true self with this make-up of hypocrisy.

Pardon me. It's not my outward appearance I changed. But rather my inward originality that harbored safely in who I am (was). It felt serene until the invasion. As being myself only triggered attacks of dislike towards me.Now it only matters whom I impress and please, as far as I imprison authenticity and keep it from release. This is who I have had to become. I had to fit in and so my originality had to succumb.

Being an outcast felt lonely. And wanting to fit into society's definition of normal, I've had to inject my characteristics and mutate them with these genes of false identity. Indeed I have changed! I never wished to change but wishes don't come true, do they? So I tried it, tried to be my own fairy god person. Trying to fly from everyone's rejection to my acceptance, but my flight never made it. Because I got missing in the Bermuda Triangle of society's ridicule and till date my originality remains a lost part of my being. With who I am now I can only ask myself this, is this who I am, is this me? Is this who I am, is this how I should be?

Carefully, critically, I again stand in front of a mirror. I observe my newly acquired features through this mirror of self actualization and see an unrecognizable image that has no trace back to my true self lineage. And like the mirror in snow white this mirror cannot lie. And as I tried to force this reflection of 'perfection' from it uncompromising view, it shattered. Unable to bear the sight of my cloaked authenticity. Maybe if I knew that rejection could be acceptance, that dislike was just a misunderstood like, that fitting in sometimes did make loose. Then maybe I could have avoided my long threaded tragedy.

Why couldn't I be me?

Why shouldn't I be myself?

My good and unique self.

I just wasn't.... now I'm shattered. Sigh!

 

 

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A Whiff of You

By Verina Odoi Amoako

A whiff of your smell set my heart ablaze
You touch me and it's like I am on fire
My love, you drive me insane
I chide myself time and again
For my heart is fragile
Sternly I tell myself
Not to lose control
Yet I do again and again

My only regret
Is I only yearn for more
You are like a drug
And me, an addict
Who can't do away with you
Though unworthy of you
I stand before thee
Offering all I am
On your altar I bear my heart
To be worthy of you
I am willing to sacrifice everything
Even my life

For my love has no bounds
I am putty in your hands
Do with me as you will
I have no loses to incur
Only profit to gain
My heart is yours
Yours alone
Do with it as you will
Only as you will
For your will, is my will.

 

 

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Locked

By Christokin Christopherson

19 going through hell
Suffering like the school bell
Sometimes I prefer being a toy Annabelle
My life has always been with complications
I study the Bible day and night without meditation
Growing up I was stuck in the trenches
Lost in the shackles
And I was so depressed,I forgot God



Can someone unlock this lock
I want the shackles off my feet
Time is going, I don't want to look at the ticking clock
I need a key to unlock this beef I'm cornered in
I feel tired and weary
And my life, so scary
No friends attached
A company of friends where I will feel good
And nobody can tight us like the sardine
I always experience what I would rather avoid



Troubles keep calling
And like Lucifer I keep falling
Life to me is like a basket of water
Or a pistol without a mortariWill this be over
Despite I am Kwame I've never known Peace
When will this be over
Who will unlock my door
I'm tired of the wickedness that abhors 

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