I know your dad do not like me And I know your mum detest me I used to have this self control Avoiding critics and their trolls…
By Onyeka Onyeche5 years ago in Poets
In riches and peaceful paradise I’m an African child Born into the harsh weather I’m an African child Who must trench further
I followed flying butterflies as I craved But they landed me deep into a grave I bled right on the floor not just the pain that I was raped
