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They want me dead or alive, They want to take me down by surprise Call and ask the coroner, To find out what’s keeping them in the corner, They are scared to own up Bodies scattered all over the ground, What’s the cause of the death Mr Coroner? …corona Huh, from where? China, Sir. B.Y.E. MARCH 

I HAVE HEARD, THEM SAY THAT THE AIR, IS NOT GOOD FOR HER AND ALL THOSE THOUGHTS IN HER HEAD, ARE JUST FANTASIES SO WEIRD BUT WHO CARES? WHO CARES? IF SHE DARES, TO SAIL LIKE AN EAGLE IN THE AIR WITH A FORCEFUL THRUST LIKE A SPEAR, WITH STYLE AND FLAIR WHO CARES? I HAVE HEARD, THEM SAY FOUL WORDS, ABOUT HER BUT WHO CARES? SHE IS A BRAVE GIRL, WHO DARES- TO GO FOR WHAT’S HERS SHE IS PRETTY AND FAIR, MOULDED WITH HONEY AND CARAMEL SHE MAKES LOVE HERE- AND THERE AS SHE SWAYS HER HAIR, IN A SEDUCTIVE MANNER AT THOSE WHO STARE, AT HER THEY ARE UNDER HER SPELL, SUCH A GEM! HER VISIONS ARE CRYSTAL CLEAR, FREE FROM ANY NIGHTMARES OR DESPAIR SHE EMBRACES AND REPAIRS, HER FEARS SHE WALKS WITH COURAGE ON EVERY STAIRS, SHE IS MY DEAR TO EVERY GIRL, OUT THERE IN THE WORLD YOU ARE A PEARL DON’T GIVE A DAMN, TO WHAT THEY SAID IF YOU WISH, GIVE THEM HELL IN THE END, THEY SHALL TELL, THE STRENGTH WITHIN YOUR SHELL. B.Y.E 20 MARCH

From both sides, You remain the same Intact Everything packaged Big, small, you come with various sizes, Love its tenderness No pillow as soft as such, A pillow cushioning my thoughts Up above you dangle When ripe, You bless us with your meals, Never forgetting your sweet lactating milk Sweeter than honey, No doubt You wipe away our tears, And seduce our fears You overcome us Regrettably not everyone, Knows how to hold you At times, we don’t get to know, The pain you go through The whole leaden feeling- You get We forget, That a sharp bite from us Pricks your heart It goes straight, You have been through a lot We only get attracted, Or disgusted By the sizes, In which you appear to us I hear my elders say, That they are coming to educate- Our siblings on sexuality education They want us to go astray, They want us to turn away From the body part, Which fed us Tell them to look well, They should look at these balls of hope, With or wit