Afyah _4Christ
God alone is enough.
My way of poetry is not a part-time vision. It is for a living. Boiling from within and exploding through my voice and write ups.
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THE PRESENT'S PRESENTS Where are the scars of distress? the ancient pains that made me a mistress It took an old age to wait But a day to climax fate I don't know but it took faith Would I have known where was I would fly between seas and walls To build before the deadly wars That's past, here is present Present presenting a present A new atmosphere, a lovely incense In the absence of joy, there is your presence Crazy smiles, Closing miles, Not a bit left to file I am a Mistress No more...
*A PHASE* I have been painted in a colour of hard labor And just like my pains, my originality behind my new label The stains of blood in my brain have left sketches in my eyes My heart is flooded And my eyes, Bloodshed My hair is now coiled in prints of my daily struggles Little pieces of pains like strings cutting through the ankles My breath has been seized My ears on attention not at ease My mouth is opened But lack words, I can't speak I'm covered in muddy rags And the scars, a caricat...
