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  Oct 2018 Rebecca Nneka
Mistry
No tears running down my eyes this time
I’m accustom to the pain these day
I know you’ll be back
I just hope I will have the strength to keep you out next time
Because though I am not crying as I watch you leave
This wound from years ago keeps getting cut deeper
It is way beyond skin deep
You’ve cut through all the way to my soul this time
Sadly you hold such power in my heart
You’re truly the only man I’ll probably ever love
And if you won’t have me, I won’t allow any other man to have a piece of me
I no longer believe in love
I’m way beyond bent
I’M BROKEN.
Rebecca Nneka Oct 2018
I've never heard a voice so loud as its
It has no name,  yet its name is beautifully written on the platter of its mother's heart..
It has no vain..
No thought..
No face..
No voice..
No shape..

If you've never seen it..
Go to the doctor's crib..
Go to the nurses coop..
Go to that woman on the street that digs out stems from the earth..

You will see its veins..
You will see its blood..
You will see its shape..
You will see how it frowns when coming out of it mother's bowel..

It is called unwanted..
But its mother opened wide her legs to receive it..
She threw it in the dung of a white pad..
She silenced its voice forever..

You still wonder what it is?

It is an unwanted child.....

Rebecca Nneka
Except it poses risk to your health..  Don't flush it away
  Oct 2018 Rebecca Nneka
avery
why am I
trying to finD
the sin Of
a point iN
the uniT circle
wheN i could be
Eating my lunch
in thE hallway
with frienDs i dont have
and Munching sounds better
thAn all of this ****
That they tell us we need
in stupid matH class
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  Oct 2018 Rebecca Nneka
Joanna Charis
I may be in the other side of the world,
Under the same sky as you are;
But know that I thought of you,
Despite being so **** far.

It has been 7 long years,
Will time allow for us to meet again?
It feels like we’re strangers now,
not close to call it even “just friends”.

How long shall I wait?
Time is ticking all the time;
Hope you are feeling the same——
Wanting to have you or be called, “mine”.

What would have happened
If you have just stayed?
Would our relationship grow more?
Would you still look in my way?

I’m sorry for back then,
when I tried to ignore you;
I was in a state of denial,
because I have grown fond of you.

I love you.
There’s this boy I used to like back then in the 6th grade. We were more of enemies but later have grown to be friends. He left the country when I was in the 8th grade and at that time, I already had feelings for him. I thought it was just a one-sided crush but a few years later, I heard from a friend that he also liked me back then; our feelings were mutual. And somehow hearing that got me thinking like, “what if he just stayed here? what would have happened between us?”. So I was inspired to write this poem. Hopefully someday our paths will cross in the future.
  Oct 2018 Rebecca Nneka
Nat Lipstadt
Three Minute Warning

A messenger delivers
A three minute warning
As I lay in bed at 10:30 am
(Resting in preparation for,
not from, our oops, early morning hike).

Breakfast will be ready in 3,
Get your **** in gear or else
It will be cold, I'll be mad,
And you will answer to a
Higher Authority.

No problem cause I already know
All I need is two.

Splash water on my face
Now I'm presentable
enough to the human race,
current company probably won't be happy,
But I ain't telling her, are you?

Shave! You crazed?
It is a three day weekend,
Every day a July Fourth,
Celebrating freedom from the European tyranny,
Of shaving smooth  every day!

Splash water on my head, count with me,
Five brush strokes as you can plainly see
Is a classic case of overcompensating
In my geling n' hair stylin'

Brush my teeth, well,
I hope 2 full minutes of rinsing with  CVS
Green stuff, mouthwash, will have to suffice.

Blast my deodorant both sides,
Long and strong, wearin' now
My bold blue *** husk of musk,
Cause I am a very considerate fellow
Who happens to really have stunk.

Clean T- shirt and shorts,
Yes, clean underwear too,
Leaves me a whole minute to write this scribble.

My flip flop noises coming down the hallway,
Are the butler announcing our joint arrival,
Me and my poem.

Lest you think this is paean to men
Another grand male boast,
Be advised this ditty be writty
By a man who, while no longer gritty,
Just put jelly on his scrambled eggs
And ketchup on his toast!

Mmmmmmm there might be a poem
Lurking in that too...
Sigh, a true story.
  Oct 2018 Rebecca Nneka
Noone
You don't know how many times I have erased the texts I wanted to send you...

"Hey!"

" Hey! Can we talk?"

"Hi, How have you been?"

" I miss you.. Do you miss me too?"

" I heard a song today. It reminded me of you.."

" I found a new place to eat. The coffee they serve is great..."

"Can we meet? I want to see you..."

"Can I call you? I just want to hear your voice...."

"I am sorry."

"I am sorry. Can we start over again?"

" We gave up too soon, too easily. I want to give us another chance."

" I feel restless. I need you.."

" I m scared. Please tell me it'll be okay..."

" I love you. Please come back..."
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