It's Me Poem by Kwenadi Gaaje

Remember
There was a girl
Who during midnight used to call
Who used to wave high her hand
Yes! The hand you ignored.
Who used to run after you
Pretending not to see your silence.
That girl - It's me!

It's me!
She who loved you without hearing the sound of your voice
She who fought for a space in your heart
She who have an undying love For -A man who do not have time for
She who cry each and every night
Hoping you'd hear her voice.
It's me.