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.
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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?
obafuntay 
Nice poem…..
Very interesting
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. 😀
x_x Sorry for the delay. Thank you for stopping by still 😀 … God Bless you too Monisola.
i love this one…
Well written….good job (y)
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
Sad,beautiful nd true!!
Am short of words but very wonderful keep it up u guyz 🙂
I like!
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(y)
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!
Very nice. Touching, thoughtful and difficult but important theme.
Beautiful…..
‘…Be a blessing and you won’t regret it.’
Nice! ILove it totally… ♥
God bless the writer!
God bless you too Ore. ;;)
Ms Johnson.
xxx
I like! A lot!
Really nice! And it gives an insight to something that happens almost everyday even though we choose to ignore it at times
Lovely stuff yo..
I love it…really sad,but true..
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 🙂
Nice piece!!…..(Y)
Thanks so much for commenting everyone. I performed it as my first spoken word a couple of days ago, so I’m glad you all like it. I’ll most def. let Funto know whenevr I write the next one.
Love.
Ms Johnson,
xxx
Very touchin’, I think I can relate this with “the silent screamer”…
GOD will always be our comforter.
There u gooo,people!!!, the truth we all need hear or read ,more often, great piece
oyinda
Thanks a lot Bimbo 🙂
xx
Silent Screamer part 2 [Funto (y)]…Great write up @Evajohnson_011 really nice…. 🙂
(y)
wonderful write up!
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
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
Lovely piece…
Really nice poem… Gives me inspiration to start writing again.. Kudos bruv… Keep it up. x
I wish I could write like this.
This is lovely.
You can write like that, just write from your heart Efe.
Ms Johnson.
xxx
this is a beautiful piece
wondeful peice of art…..
Another beautiful poem. Good work.The message remains the same, help someone today. 🙂
Really beautiful piece
nice story…… op 2rid mre of ds. putin a smile on one”s face goes a long way….
Nice… Lovely… bet wait her papa n uncle moses raped her or wat?
LOL… Sadly.
Lool…No oh! They didn’t rape me. My dad is a wonderful man. But, yes they raped the girl in the story. I know how many girls do suffer that kind of trauma.
Ms Johnson.
xxx
Precisely what I was searching for, thanks for putting up.
started my day with something worth reading
I can see that your ratings are surprisingly rising, it is because of your quality of posts
The half part of this post tells something about the author, and it took me a while to realized it
HI Adrian, I’m the author, what does the post tell about me. I’m really curious.
Ms Johnson.
xxx
you could have an amazing blog right here! would you prefer to make some invite posts on my blog?
Are you a writer? Because what you are showing are things that can be done by a writer
Hi Octavia,
No, I’m not a writer…this is the 1st proper piece I’ve written and performed. Thanks for the compliment though 🙂
Ms Johnson.
xxx
Simply killing some in between class time on Digg and I found your article . Not usually what I want to examine, but it surely was completely value my time. Thanks.
I like this post, enjoyed this one appreciate it for putting up.
Big thankies for this brilliant blog post.Thanks Again.
brilliant post, found it very touching…keep it up Oyinda
Thanks a lot, Kasope.
Ms Johnson.
xxx
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.
Rattling clean website , appreciate it for this post.
nice..
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!
Thank you so much Maria. Hopefully, this blog will keep wow-ing you. 🙂
#TT
I am sure it will [:
I am glad to be a visitor of this double dyed site ! , thankyou for this rare info ! .
Thank Funto, not me. He put my poem on here by himself. 😀
Ms Johnson.
xxx
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