her fairytales of life
no more Princes are there to be had,
and the knights in shining armour
perished with Arthur.
rather,
there’s just her,
an ordinary woman
riding her own steed
and slaying her own dragons.
long live the dragon slayer!
Life is so unscripted,
that most times
when we struggle so hard
to get the best lines
we end up with the wrong parts.
©
Jacqueline
This is life,
a beautiful, dirty fighter.
filling your eyes with splendour
then punches you in the guts,
with a fist full of pain
that breaks invisible parts
you never knew you had.
This is life,
shaped like a beautiful city,
charming yet endowed with chaos
glitzy upper streets with ghettos to the side;
just when you thought things looked rosy
the stench of its rawness sucks the air out of you
leaving you gasping and watering your face.
©
Jacqueline
you say that you love me,
i doubt it
‘cos your heart
is so barren
that nothing fruitful
but hate grows in there
you say that you love me,
i wonder how
‘cos you treat yourself
with such self-hatred;
and no one can find love
where hate inhabits
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Be my anchor
even when your love
makes me fly
©
Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha