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Lalasticlala .. . . help,appreciate this poem

Wife Beater

Don't you remember when you paid her
bride price,
She did nothing but commit her lifetime
to you,
But it's all been built on lies,
You didn't love her,you were just
looking for someone to call wife.


It isn't her fault that you took hits on the
stock market,
But she'll be there,when all's low,
It isn't her fault, the recession caused
you to lose your job,
But she'll be there,when all seems lost,
And all she's ever wanted was a
modicum of your love and acceptance.


You're a wife beater,
Saying she brought bad luck,
That she's responsible for your
misfortunes,
And that things will get better with her
out of your life,
Well you're wrong.


Does it make you feel good?
Knowing that there's a punching bag
waiting just for you,
After squandering the little you have on
booze,
You come home and beat her black and
blue.


Coming home and throwing up on the
couch,
But she'll be there to clean your mess
up,
Change your clothes,
Even though it's two o'clock.


She is not Mike Tyson,
But she takes every punch you throw at
her,
She ain't even Ali,
And she keeps holding on to the good
she sees,
She ain't even Luther King,
But she defends you, when social
services come knocking,
That it was 'just' some
misunderstanding,
And you're working to get past it,


Nobody forced you to get married,
If you know you are not ready,
So I'm saying think before you throw
that next jab,


Friends tell you it's normal,
That it's OK for a man to beat up his
wife,
The one he avowed to care for, come
rain come shine,


Well let me take you down the memory
lane,
When you both were young and fresh,
When you were still sane,
When she was the beauty queen who
stole your heart,
And she was plain Jane,


You swore to take care of her,
Laughing out loud,
Said she was elegant and intelligent,
That you'd be her hero,
It'd be the definition of your essence,


But you still go out there,
And you treat a strange woman like
she's some model queen,
If only you'd come to your senses,
Motor homocunlus,and treat your wife
the same way,
Just maybe your life would turn
around,


It's said,"behind every successful man,is
a woman",
I wish this stings you like the booze you
guzzle,
This is me making a stand,
An open letter to all wife beaters.


©Adejumola Richard.

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following

My heart melts at her every smile,
Going down inundated by her beauty down the mile,
Something if i didn't stop would drive me senile,
I'll call what I feel for her metamorphosing infatuation,
though at it's acme I wouldn't misconceive it for love,
because love is beautiful without any blemish,
You may be right calling me selfish,
But all i'm doing is just protecting my heart even though its outlandish,
it's torture on my heart and not something I relish,
I had to do it,it was beyond my control,
All I ever needed was a modicum of Certainty,
but what I got was more than uncertainty,
I had to run from her vicious torture,
I had to cut her off me and probably if fate would permit,my future,
I had to kill the love metamorphosing from the infatuation,
And steadfastly hope it goes into extinction,
Or I'll just live the rest of my life in obmutescence,pity and rejection,
Waiting for that modicum of certainty I had once ran from,
The modicum of certainty that probably will never come.



#Roastedcorn

My heart!

Slow as a snail my heart beats,
Beats that kills but pleasures it,
Beats not of happiness nor sorrow,
Beats that's indifferent and oblivious or tomorrow,
"Tabula rasae,would be a perfect sobriquet for the feelings dyed-in-the-wool in my heart
Ferocious as a gorilla,fights the feelings in my heart,
And often times,I'd wonder if happiness really exists as the feeling of melancholia mostly wins,
Wonder if happiness was just a phantasmagoria my heart seldomly swims,
Wonder if happiness was just a facade that the bible and Quran erroneously made us believe in,
Wonder if happiness was just an hypothesis by the optimist to make us live without sin,
But to these questions, answers I've got none,even in my dreams,

My now slow heart had once experienced love,
It gave my soul a new meaning of being loved,
The very "meaning" that was annihilated to sorrow by my beloved,
Reiterating once again if happiness was just a facade or a truth,
But I'll not impede in my search for the truth,
Even if it takes as much time a seed begets a fruit,
I'll continue to find an answer for my heart and not desist,
And probably realize at the end ,that this so called 'happiness' in the first place, never really exists.

#Palmwinetapper

cool

nice one

bummybummy:
dnt get it again, who died among dem father or sis?

Rhoda's sister is dead . . the person holding her is her sister's ghost

how painful . . maybe that's when Rhoda would probably realise how much she loves her sister

women can be crazy sometimes sha . . a cultist shot your husband with the intention of killing him,he didn't succeed ,he tore your clothe,made to rape you and all you did was close your eyes and enjoy it .. . . then went far into making love with him in your dreams?? . . and that was how you developed feelings for him??,
.. . women are psychos



















LAST BULLET

The dick is powerful

Twinkle004:
Am thinking.........okay...Tori & Jo are siblings. Since their age was not mention, so they are either twins or not
Waiting 4 more updates. well done Bae

I owe you 5 wraps of Oshogbo weed

i'm with you

the story is so nice I had to follow

Lade is related to Adam and already told Adam everything about Rhoda that was why Adam did not return the "I love you" Rhoda said the other time they were together

more Boris to your waist