THE WIRED

The ground doesnt seem to be so fond of her
Cos it denies her support each time she tries to stand
It seems as though the maker molded her with some faulty spines
Evidently she lost her feet to her voice
So loudly the world can hear her more than the abled
In the same world she yearns helplessly to cruise her unfancy wheel
Yes she is willing to do beyond the abled
Though i hear in her humour
How she sometimes blames God for being lame
She said to my soul to think of her whenever i am frail.

-The Crippled

 

 

My book of medicine tags it “hormonal dysfunction
The book of Genesis destroyed the Sodom
The house of senates billed it purnishable
The book of Baqarah makes me think him as the ‘veiled
Half the society already celebrates him
The other half yet calls him names
While he professes its just his being
Again i’ll call him phony
A strong believer can only say that his soul be arrested by Jah
You know who…

-The Homo

 

 

She throws away her fears through smiling teeth
She spits her cares and shuns your hurts
She wants an ice – she swims the ocean for it
Her spirit is free – she hugs every human
Her guts’ as pretty as she is
She is swift to hear and relentless to talk
She doesnt ever wallow in mummurs
I see her as a “Times New Roman” word character written in bold with no shy italics bend.
Obviously she is a lover of all
She is from the East and from the West.

-The Engager

 

 

A look into her soil is quite muddy
But a caress through her curves is fine art
Her small arched lips seal sheer sarcasm in almost an hurtful foil
Trusting her smile doesnt gurantee so much warmth of comfort
A slimy cut of her mood might make you bleed in hate
She has a basket full of humour worth more than ordinary value
She is seen through the vain hole of her garments
I see her rather through the cracked mirror of her 7th sense
She whips the horse and wonder why it galloped
She’s serene enough to tie a bull with the red

-The Slayer

 

 

She’s another freak from the East
No wonder she has no atom of melanin
She makes me grumble that every time
Her compulsion must be interesting to only her maker
Immeasurable physics of patience will do to share roof with her kind
May her quest for hypocritic knowledge not blindfold her four eyes – i just pray
I spare her a unit of scorn per hour else would have toggled same trousers with her
A little spice of irony, she turns out admirable – those boys just flood her porch
For once i wished she had a little compassion
If truly she would have being the perfect fairy foll she looks like

-The Albino

 

 

…..post to be continued…..

 

 

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PS– I wrote this for a beautiful friend i met at the FRCN Radio school in Lagos.
Kelechi Uhegwu who has been diagnosed of scoliosis. Help her get on her feet with your donations  0008250589 GTB
Follow her on Instagram:- @sweetkelechi.

And Yes! She’s so full of live.

 

 

Photo Source:- Google Images

Love Always

Sa’eedah

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “THE WIRED

  1. My curious mind keeps loading this post over and over!with this post,i am awarding you the writer of our time!Who else can put these characters in to words just like you did!thumps up baby girl!love ya. Mutiat.

  2. My curious mind keeps loading this post over and over!with this post,i am awarding you the writer of our time!Who else can put these characters in to words just like you did!thumps up baby girl!love ya.

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