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Earthen Vessel


Emmanuella loves Chimamanda , You can see it in her elastic use of words!
You will enjoy this, trust me.




From dust we came, to dust we shall return
Nothing lasts forever
Not even this elastic heart of mine
The eye, they say, is the window to the soul
How I wish you could see me , deeply
Love me, intimately
More than the tenderness of my sugar brown skin

Search me and see
If you will not find another world inside of me
That gives you meaning and a reason to say
‘I love you’ and mean it
It may be easier than you think
But I guess I’ve always known that your interest lies in this earthen vessel that isn’t really mine

Fall in love with my soul and not just my body
Take your time to explore me
Don’t rush it, just trust the process
But after two years
You have no idea what ignites my fire
You don’t know what makes me smile
Or makes me wish I could live forever

No, I’m no longer in for your cheap thrills
Or fancy gifts
You’re not my happy ending, no regrets still
You don’t care for me
Not beyond what your eyes can see
It hurts more than you know
But maybe this earthen vessel is all you’ll ever know .

Photo Credit : Utibe-Eno Ekpuk



 Emmanuella Henshaw is from Cross River State, currently studying for an LLB degree in Law , University of Calabar.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie inspires her!




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