Like an Olive tree I blossomed in knowledge
And I could see through their envy amid their lying faces
It was trepidation! my presence aches them.
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My name is Grace
A bad child of a The Good Father.
Abandoned His voice, countless a time Ashamed to admit, am a selfish lover Annoyed of war, yet i fight in silence
A cold warrior, wrote this lines
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My life was pain
So pained I hated my very existence
My soul screened for help
But I never mattered to them
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GOD is Such A Lover
Husband of my Soul, Mighty JESUS
He is the Ancient Jew The ONE born in Manger, in my uncertainty and fear
HIS spirit echos reassurance"Do not be Afraid" in a Lovers voice, Soft and eloquent.A Love whose fierceness woes me back When I drift away.Oh drift away Oh pulls me back with momentum
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I was told, my father was a warrior with my little brain struggling to comprehend
How can I cling to a vain knowledge?
What will be my gain?
I guess it's clout
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Like a morning Dusk
Like a dew burning in the wind
Like an aging rose
Let it be.even society is his critic
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Our Fathers gravestones would bare us witness
The knife of a white boy, Pierced thier hearts, and stole thier Lives.
And flooded our Clay to red
Let that red Clay hunt their tents
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Retired from my silky bed
Tired curtains beaming with radiance
It's Morning guys! ! !
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Live a little
Not every devil grows a horn
You might be the devil you aim.Aha!
Let your heart grow a little unheavier
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Dissed from his mothers womb
Tarry a little, his journey is far
Walked into life like a mountain climber
his soul so old, he could tell the past
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Itohan Stephanie Ebadan was born on the 7th day of February 1998, to Edo Parents, in Uromi, Nigeria, Stephanie was Appointed The Leader of the poetry group in her secondary school literature class, by her Literature teacher, due to her Natural Ability to write Poetry effortlessly even as a science Student, she made great impact on the first school Magazine at the "Secret heart High School" Uromi. A catholic owned institution, Uromi Edo State.Nigeria, Stephanie published her first official literature work at age 15, and her work was recognised by the Edo state governor and commissioner of Education, who sent Stephanie an invitation to Liaise with the commissioner Of Education, Hon Usifoh Wellington as at 2014, but Stephanie's father insisted she was too young to honour such invitation to the Edo state government house Alone and was accompanied by her older siblings, and even barely out of Secondary school, her parents and siblings supported her with everything she needed to become a confident and successful poet. Stephanie's father born on the 15 of February, hon Ebadan was also the (HOD) head of Department of the NYSC youth Affair of the Esan North East Chapter of the Edo state Zonal Division, after his graduation from the University Of Benin (UNIBEN) Stephanie's father, was a born into a Large Roman Catholic family, who also converted his wife, Mr Francis Ebadan was fondly called the"father of the Youths"because of how he cared for the young people and youth corpers who were fortunate to cross his path during his years of service, even as HOD he got converted to the celestial Church Of Christ C.C.C in Ubiaja, but because he resided in uromi, the distance was a barrier to Ubiaja with his wife and his older children, even before Stephanie was born, so he single handedly built the first Celestial church in Uromi, and that was how Celestial came to Uromi.Located in Tazona, Egbele, Uromi, After a few years, he opened another Celestial Parish behind the Ojuromi of Uromi Royal Palace.were Stephanie grew up her entire childhood. Genre: Fiction Prose/Play Write/Poetry Personal Life Itohan Stephanie is an extremely Private Young woman who doesn't enjoy discussing her private Life, career, and other personal matters, but prefer being by herself. This is the current information Stephanie submitted at the moment We would be more than happy to make Updates about her personal Life and works in the nearest Future.)
Corridors Of Power
Like an Olive tree I blossomed in knowledge
And I could see through their envy amid their lying faces
It was trepidation! my presence aches them.
I did not chose this paths
Power came for me, even before I grew a tooth
Then why am I the one to blame!
Why would you blame a man for his gift?
Like a raging fire, my soul burnt for knowledge
Despite all my gains, I had no friend.
loneliness was my price
For GODs sake I was born into power
How is that my fault?
Don't envy me brother
The prize of Power is not for the feeble
I did not chose these paths
Power is like a king seeking a bride
Like the rage of a mother defending her young
In this fight, the strongest man falls
Power is the conspiracy of nature
The tactic of power is beyond strength
So don't envy me.walk your path
The strength of a man is his weakness
Take caution, power is a conspirator
Power has fallen more men than a gun
It has driven kings mad,
The Corridors of power is narrow.
Only the chosen can walk its path
Power choses us, we don't chose it.
Happiness, is not an craft you master, It's a feeling, which reflects you in ways that makes you more human
Be conscious of your actions Only fools rely on words
How much penury has laughing been, almost an extent crave our heart cry, since we no longer laughs with our hearts, our teeth's tell all the lies
Invest in yourself You are all you have got Always remember You are created by GOD That alone makes you fortunate
Sometimes you need to tell yourself the truth, you can't be right all the time
Failure is like a sweet wine.enjoy it while it's last the older it get.the sweeter your victory
only an unwise man proves a point, silence does it better
In all you do, never let go of yourself.
The heart of a poet is than his pain.
The heart of a poet is deeper than her pain