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Day 83 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Footsteps Held breath Increased heart beats The door knob turns open He walks in as he often Tucked away I try to hide I am a sport he loves to find Hands on my throat A threat is his oath Silence is the new me As he has his way with me The pain too hard to bear As he thrust his shaft in my rear Choking and oppressing Threatening and hitting Lust dancing in his eyes As his body plays the melodies He takes a piece of me Stirring a hatred for me Death please take me soon In the grave I'd rather swoon Satisfied with his victory While I cower in my misery He turns and walks away Only to return the following day Daisy Emah-Emah hails from Akwa Ibom State, Studied Computer Science. A social development worker who loves bringing change, currently volunteering for an NGO and loves writing.

Day 82 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge You are still sitting alone in the dark corners of broken wings Silently hugging your sorrows in whispering tears So you will never fly, blackbird The memories of your father's pains are perfectly seamed in a thousand fragments to the lonely gown your mom wore every other night. They never flew So you will never fly, blackbird They said your brother sentenced himself behind bars so strong Cocaine weaved your face unevenly he calls you his lost wife's picture So you will never fly, blackbird They also said that your sister is tied to the fists of a man who nourishes her daily with encounters fatal than accident So you will never fly, blackbird So you are still sitting alone in the dark alleys of shredded hopes In the haunted mansions of the infinite stigmas sticking stubbornly to your black skin So you will never fly, blackbird I can see them hovering around you Zombie dreams wandering

Day 81 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Come, Let me take you beyond the oceans, Past the rise and fall of mountain tops and valley bottoms, Through the Nile and the Niger, Let me show you a people rich in diversity, Regardless of adversity Let me show you a people who comprehend loyalty, Who are disjointly united Come, Follow me as we sojourn through history's lands, To a time when our kin were bound by feet and hands Watch closely and see, See how the fire of discord was kindled by foreign mouths, As the rains came and went with our kin taking a plunge into doom, To life's south Dry the tears in your eyes, Dry your eyes and look Listen as History speaks, Do you see the waves of chaos that spread through our lands? Did it not spread well and smooth like sweet butter on bread? Look at the wars and suffering induced by silly laws, Need I say more? Come, Come away from History's shed Come with me to the halls of the present Can

Day 80 #365daypoetrychallengeforadvocacyandsocialchange My soul is buried in sorrow For there is bitterness in the marrow My home has turned to a battle field And the crops in the farm don't yield No brother, no mother Alone in a world without a father Lost my blood in a bloody fight When earth produced men with might I cry, I weep, I groan All I do is stare at the blind sun The gentle breeze is no where to be found Even the cool sea is in for a mourn It all began a grief ago When the minds of men picked up aggression Mortals were slaughtered like sheep And the spirit of humanity was murdered to weep The living stood alone and wept For their loved ones have gone afar The land of immortals swallowed our people And left us to mourn everyday The sun has shut its eyes Even the moon has gone blind The air we breathe has turned sour The rock shed not water but blood For the land has seen evil In the farm We find the skull of our brothers Crops have re

Day79 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Dear Nigeria, I saw the faces of those you Dissected into thousand pieces Of flesh on the plateau With their hopes still hovering around their crushed hearts I saw the faces of those whose blood Became the waterfall the flooded The streets with their screams Sellotaping every air in the atmosphere I also so the black statue you made Out of he ones you barbecued with Their dreams greasing their bodies For a nice meal I saw faces of those who Were my brothers with same black Face and map of the two great rivers Perfectly wedged in their hearts I saw the faces of those infants Who never chose to be here But stayed because in the blurry Smile of their mothers they saw Hope lasting longer than the love They had for you I saw how after you disappointed them Frustrated them Took dreams away from them You sent them to a place you know Quickly. Brutally. I saw you Yours sincerely, Survivor

Day 78 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge I am Amazon The flower to rise from dead leaves The spring he will drink his fill Progeny of a new strength In sneakers to school I am your smile In between blood Flowing from your eyes You have closed mine Banished me to Sheol No backward glances Let us sit at your closed gates In sackcloth and ashes Mourning for never knowing the light. Deshi Onani hails from Bekwarra local government area in Cross River State. She is currently a student of the University of Calabar, Cross River State. She is a member of Poets In Nigeria(PIN), and Calabar Literary Society (CLS). Her hobbies include dancing, reading, listening to music, and traveling. She lives in Calabar, Cross river state.

Day 77 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Olodumare Convener of ethereal meetings Not in homage, my bended knee But to pour boiling anguish Torrents of beads spilled Why, oh why Does blood ring in deep valleys Bounce off rotting streams Creep, the restless ivy Why this sullen path? We could all be ghostly, no crime Than this oozing stench Black skin, black soul, black... Ah, Olodumare! Lady Justice should Sit also in dust, thighs bare, Arms Akimbo Scales far flung, her blindfold cut She seems in dire need of light herself Better yet, should lead her sheep To each, his pasture Myths of dark ages Legends of golden hope Bend your forlorn heads Bare your blunt fangs Blast dead incantations Scratch dry throats in hope of fire Fate points accusing fingers Olodumare Convener of ethereal meetings Paint our heads white Our land, a picturesque of heaven So she will strut proudly The mother we've ever known. Deshi Onani hails from bek

Day 76 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge There was silence, As I laid still on the bed With lights turned on a masked face The drugs couldn't cloud the memories I learnt never to be me anymore I wanted to be beautiful To have that perfect body With the amazing Instagram life Being skinny made life unbearable for me Last night he pushed his groin So hard into my mouth I could almost taste my own blood choking me I could neither cry nor scream While he used my body as a tool for his pleasure I wondered if my mother was listening He wasn't the first So I felt no pain It was worth the money Now my body lies here Under the knives Where my soul is in need of a surgery Yet no one knows... I am the shard of a beautiful girl. Nwaogu Chinenye Cynthia is a student of the University of Calabar,a lover of both arts and literature. Chinenye says "I create as I speak for my mind bore the thoughts "

Day75 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge To be stubborn is not a bad thing I have learnt from Ojukwu to dive in To dive in and to thrive in it, but of course one day you will have to run away and leave it I have learnt from Fela to not stop when it's tough To become that basket mouth that opens up again To let fear be the force that drives us to our gain, and not the force that keeps us in chains Like Osadebe I'm using a form that is sure, to do a work Chinua Achebe saw - that is strong Although they think to this world that it would stop They try by all means to make me stop A sign that I can't see neither can I hear because I'm on top But of course,1 One day I will run away and leave it because it's tough I have done that before, yet it crawls to me, Who would bear my cross? Damn, it's tough I say to myself that I can't do everything Because in me is not everything So I will have to gear up with you like the Ari

Day74 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge 1. Fear God, worship not because you love to but because you have to. Let your phobia for hell consume your love for reverence. 2. Remember to shout while praying, for your Lord attends to those not whose needs are most pressing but whose voices are heaven quaking. 3. Everybody except you is your enemy, Pray for their demise, it doesn’t matter who, for everyone and everything is a suspect. 4. Judge, help your Father out He has too many things to handle, In the process, don’t forget you’re perfect. 5. Eye service is important, be good on the outside, the inside is just you, so be you for no one’s watching. 6. Pastor is always right, his deeds and instructions are supreme After all, his steps are all ordered from above. 7. Your denomination is the best there is, all else is fake , your doctrines were shipped from God’s mouth, your church is a sanctuary, the rest are shrine based. 8. Your faith is to

Day73 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Every human is special, But the maid is less special Why treat them as inferior & claim your children are superior? The blood that flows in them acknowledges the ill-treatment The oppression meted on them Can speak against any government Maids are not objects, But special humans to be treasured They're not even celebrated & their hard work are not measured The blood in humans means life & these maids deserve a better life Your actions upon them paints a picture & the depression is scary from life's aperture. Maids are not objects, But special beings for blessings Springing joy like a seed among thickets I know this because I learnt valuable lessons Maids are humans not object Do not wear them the garments of regret. Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell O is a Poet and the Author of "The Oracle of Isieke"

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Day72 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Let silent lips speak the loudest Of what the birds need sing, Roar it to the mountains What good news we bring Let the weak raise feeble limbs And every wet eyes dry, You no longer have to bury your dreams, Or behind the male do hide For our dream were shattered, Because it was a girl’s Maybe we are born and bred, To piper low and live in fear Just like a bird we were given wings And told not to fly, We are to wait for a messiah On whose feet we must lie Tell it to the girls in the east, And to the girls in the west, It’s time get on your feet, And live your dreams to your best Your daughters no longer should shrink, To make themselves smaller, Girls too can reach that zenith, For success has no gender . Oche Celestine Onjewu is a Physicist, Poet and a Writer.