The Things Left Unsaid

Meet Oyinda Johnson, guest writer of today. iRead her poem and fell in love with it, so I thought I’d share.

                  The things left unsaid.

                               Enjoy.

I’m new to this so I decided I’ll just tell you a little story,
I must warn it might be a little gory,
Cos I’m in that solemn mode, wanna tackle society’s recurrent statistics…if you know what  I mean

-Average Girl, not a sinner, not a saint
Lost in her own world, sitting still enough to paint
Straight shoulders slumped, shaped silhouette stained
Pained.
And she’s beautiful right? But her beauty’s a little quaint.

-It’s cos she’s confused
Battling heart issues
Been dumped and used
And she does, she wants to refuse
But she cannot afford to lose
What little affection, gives her reason (makes her able) to smile at her reflection.

-Mama doesn’t care and
Papa was rarely ever there
and when he was?…
He penetrated her bare
I’m talking front and rear
Short legs, almost tear
Her round face, oozed fear,
Fluttering tears, Utmost Despair…
BUT HE DON’T CARE

And soon enough neither did she,
She built herself not a mask but a wall for her face
And her heart, so all you see was that occasional grimace.
Solitude her torture, and yet her haven
With her sin, she thinks, there is no hope of heaven
You see her tainted smile, every once in a while
BUT YOU DON’T CARE

And neither do they.
I can’t point a finger
Because I’ve got many back my way.
Thus my guilt does linger.
Because I see an individual, walk past me with a half smile
And I do not bother, to heal their hurt, even if just for a little while.

See it wasn’t just papa
it was him and Uncle Moses.
That ruined her innocence
Treated her life with lackadaisal complacence
Blue are violets, red are roses
I’ve started a chapter and I can hardly close it

Love your neighbour, when it’s the hardest
Time flies like a bird but you cannot catch it.
Lend a helping hand if you can help it
Be a blessing and you won’t regret it.

@Evajohnson_011

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Thank you for reading, please make use of the thought box and share your thought 😀

My thought -> We go through different phases in life, mistakes made, dreams tarnished, hopes smashed, so many things left unsaid. But just as this poem depicts, there’s no point in pointing a finger. Help that individual with the half-smile, lend a helping hand and be counted as a blessing.

But then, this is what I think, what do I know?

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65 thoughts on “The Things Left Unsaid

  1. Dis is a wonderful piece. I like the fact that it’s giving light to one of the society’s ills we’ve refused to believe is happening to our closest neighbour. God bless you guys (Oyinda and Funto).
    P.s Funto,u said 1pm,so I was actually waiting 2 read this. 😀

  2. i love d poem…depiction of hopelessness and despair.. and d explicitness,” front and rear”….people actually go through these things…we should look out for these pple and help them

  3. this is an absolutely lovely post…and it sends a vewi important message: help that person in need…even your smile or a compliment goes a love way…love it!

  4. So much we go tru in dis lyf bt yet again tanks 4 reminding us bout wats most important—tryna alwyz b dere 4 odas even wen ts hard cuz unconsciously we help ourselves tru wateva we may b goin tru…nice1 again 🙂

  5. Love this.I think it could help remind people that you never know what a person is going through and things like this do happen.As always Im pleased reading your posts

  6. Love this tho…. Really expresses the sad and deep things we all go through in our heads but we are all afraid to speak out, it doesnt really have to be rape but toture we all face from day to day…. good one

  7. she got that right…it’s gory, reminds me of the color purple. i hope she fought through this and came out stronger, or she does. nyc one.

  8. I don’t know if I have stopped by a blog and actually felt that this is something that I want to read every single day…. not that I never liked the other blogs, I just didn’t feel that was what I wanted to read. And once again, wow!

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