Born a porcupine πŸ¦”
Angry as a wasp 🐝
A hornet’s nest waiting to be stirred
I Didn’t ask for this πŸ€·πŸΎβ€β™€οΈ
I was born a blade πŸ—‘οΈ
Tore my mother’s womb to shreds
I’m the curse of a labouring woman 🀱
The tears of a crying baby 🚼
The regret of a widower
I’m of nothing but tears & sorrow that I represent.
The gloom I harvest with my presence
Of love lost πŸ’”
Of an ember put out with blood πŸ’‰
Of Smouldered hope 😩

✍🏾 WeirdmaskmanNG 🎭

6 Comments Add yours

  1. H. M. Akbar says:

    A very enlightening post

    Liked by 1 person

    1. A million thanks Akbar. You’re very kind 😊


  2. Ibrahim Aliyu says:

    Aye, The monster we create.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Ibrahim Aliyu says:

      Thus, he brings forth suffering & hate cause that’s all he knows.
      The monsters we create indeed.

      Thanks for the enlightenment sir.


  3. Ibrahim Aliyu says:

    An embodiment of emotions that opposite of happiness, hope. In essence you painted a picture of pain, despair. Why though??

    Eid Mabruk.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Life of a child birthed with the eternal silence of the mother as a price
      Whose every breath reminds his kin of the woman he silenced
      Innocent, he is, but he’s being punished for the sin he didn’t commit
      That drove him wild, & cold
      They gave him no love, so he gives nothing back
      He owes no one
      Knows no one


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