AmakaAbigailokeoma
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Joined: December 2022 Last seen: 1 year ago

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POETRY. If I were to be a therapist I would've been tired of my own story Those tears and spilted voices Coming out from my lips Painted with the natural lip gloss my nose gave it Those words of misery Condemnation and rejection proclaiming it... – *by Amaka Okeoma*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
A poet . My pen is my heart Writing down every bit of my soul Letting the universe know my heart My agony and happiness can be known, Through the feelings my ink pours out. My pen is my only therapy Most times, My book becomes saturated with... – *by Amaka Okeoma*	1 View added 1 year ago	Rating

If I were to be a therapist
I would've been tired of my own story
Those tears and spilted voices
Coming out from my lips
Painted with the natural lip gloss my nose gave it
Those words of misery
Condemnation and rejection proclaiming it...

– by Amaka Okeoma

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added 1 year ago

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A poet .

My pen is my heart
Writing down every bit of my soul
Letting the universe know my heart
My agony and happiness can be known,
Through the feelings my ink pours out.

My pen is my only therapy
Most times,
My book becomes saturated with...

– by Amaka Okeoma

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added 1 year ago

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