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David Onoja

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

9 poems·Since August 2017

Spoken word poet,a writer and a poet

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Jane

September 11, 2018
What started as s fairy tale now has a scary plot twist. A bite from the apple let the eyes wild open; Little barbie turns annabelle Hiding pains she can't really tell , always screaming "the world isn't fair ". She finds joy at the bottom of every green bottle ,feeling safe when her lungs are filled with brown smoke making her pains go to sleep; she exhales. It's a cold world, she was left in it for too long; Frozen as ice she trys not to fall and break . Then she found strength in her voice ,it drove her weaknesses away. She sang and it felt like a spell, enchanting those who cared to listen, A slave of her power. With power came the friends and not long , the wolf's came knocking on the door. She let them in and drifted away . But the music was a light , it brought her back to her path; It gave her joy and peace, she sat with kings . waiting for the money and the fame
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