Feeling the dirt pierce my feet
Granting a meal to you stranger
Cannot believe you would estrange her
Swaying in a carriage
Choked up by marriage
To a new world
Forced upon me
Shackled by memories
Of pain and anguish
Now faded and stampeded
By my new found abode
Standing tall drunk on love
Cannot forget
How easily I can fall
Today I’ve drifted far away from you
Tomorrow I’m gifted
Now I have found you
Lost in my own face
Embraced by you
Cloaked up by grace
No more in the race
Realizing that is
Never will it be that isn’t
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***Busola Elegbede***
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