Itohan Stephanie # Poems

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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