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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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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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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Fed fat with emulous, yet undated.
It's ineffable.we all get disappointed
Why did I come here?
What is my purpose.?
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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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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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Neglect the noise
Neglect the lies
Neglect their game
Never forget what they did
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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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The falling leaves, arguing
The butterflies ready for a gossip
Oh the tress, hmmm, can't be bothered
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Itohan Stephanie Ebadan was born on the 7th day of February in the late Nineties to Edo Parents, in Uromi, Edo State, 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 graduated from the Madonna University's, Elele Rivers State, Nigeria were she studied Biomedical Science.)
My Lucky Day
My life was pain
So pained I hated my very existence
My soul screened for help
But I never mattered to them
i was just an ordinary wine
Pain was the only emotion I mastered
Please take pity on me
Am a motherless child
i was a bitter wine, woven to become nothing
Should I blame my mother or my father?
they have done me wrong.
Let me bear my own sin
They gave me bitterness and expected sweetness from me
They gave me neglect and expected affection from me
Let me ride on my fate
Am a woman Alone, l bear this grudge.
Who would come for me in this darkness
So dark, I trusted no one
Little did I know.GOD was watching
In the midst of the darkness
The Ruler of both the celestial realm and all the realms of the world
Everyone under the sun and the moon
has a lucky day
Have Faith
Took me by hand
And gave me His Light
My Lucky day I guess.
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
Life is a journey of self discovery, the gift of everyday to unravel all the elements that makes you human.