Poems

Dubsy_ink They say the movies portray to the masses that which is real Is it really? What the elders have preached about love is the deceits What I see in the movies is the thrilling euphoria and fuzzy possessiveness If by the elders perspective,then I dread companionship If by what I see,I thirst for one I question fate by what I've been told I hope to employ the stats to get that which I'm seeing Honesty was ingrained in me by those whose age weren't mere numbers,still,they'd shared everything save for the best parts From those whose births weren't as to tales,I got a peek into the start Armed with testimonies and reports I made my way to my psychologist There I got my answer,documented in details

What's the primary theme of a ball? If not to christian the dancefloor with our dancing shoes? Me? I'd lingered more in hall ways, Paying tributes to the fleeting shadows of each dancer Satisfied with just watching swooshing skirts make quick escape I'd already filled my cards so when asked, I'd engaged in small talks Feigned feint when insistence was breached Not a fine act but dancing is an art worthy to be portrayed in the right lime light I'll get there someday But for now, let the masters lead once more What do I make of attention? Save for the desolation that accompanies it What do I hear in the slapping sounds made by passing feet? Except for the noise and aches that comes with it What do I know of promises? Setting aside the sense of responsibility it bags That one time I'd now dare to visit,thanks to the passage of time Give me a pen and a paper,I'd be outspoken then Give me a keypad with access to social platforms and I'd co...

10. Dubsy_ink Days drilled into weeks and weeks into months Before the novelty of my marriage could wear off, Fate surprised me for I was expecting I welcomed the onslaught of emotions gladly this time Oh! And for papa,he wasn't crowned Despite the lengths he went through Mama,as usual,was short of words. Surprised? No The prospects of being a mother drew me unconsciously closer to her I couldn't find it in me to be mad Maybe he did it wrong or, Maybe inks were not my way or better still, Maybe I was at fault for being a girl child Things for my child,male or female,will be different My voice shaking but with underlying hints of promises

Dubsy_ink This won't do,that won't do,nothing will do Spilt milk they say has no credence I should welcome this new phase of womanhood The trinkets of blood between my thighs glare at me Its a gradual process,they said I wanted to be one of the educated girl children Swirls of inks have always intrigued me Also the patterns they make on slates My bargaining chips are long outdated Tradition might not change eventually I guess I'm just another pawn Fantasies and realities don't align for all Take me for example

Dubsy_ink I thought there was a redeeming peace With accepting ones fate and all It doesn't work like that though My hut looked nothing like mamas' Hers was full of life My seniors welcomed me into the household "You'd do well to not cross him,his words are law"They'd hinted As nice as all the advises were, As sweet as mamas words were She'd failed to prep me for what the night brought with it I'd struggled to no avail Maybe if I was a few years older,it would've been pleasant His passing comment when he was done was he'd already bought me

Dubsy_ink He sent his people in his stead I was puzzled as to my husbands absence "He is a busy man..",papa retorted Together with his people,well,my people now We'd made the journey to my new home on foot Mamas words kept resounding in my head I was not,on any account,to drag the family name in mud I was to be strong,unyielding but meek I was to be understanding and unbiased Cause apparently,papa had taught me well Ironic,not all these were familiar But who'd listen to a 15year old child anyway