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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.

#365daypoetrychallenge #Day71 I speak in lines you can feel Run bold on lines of open realities I seek core hard moulds reeling In smoking facts of life I crave hands craving fitting uplift For a people deep in self-wrought I steal lines of old and new Raising pillars yearning Gainful today and tomorrow I draft crafts of lasting memories Drawn from wells of yesterday's Bards and grey haired ones, Staging virtues for good. I speak in letters and lines you can relate Bundling holes cutting us deaths And wailing pockets across our space I roam hearts around hopeful world Battered bulldozers and caterpillars I dig deep for period finds I sing in tongues of unloading Crafts minted for consciences Parading streets as gods For heroe-worships I speak from the skies of Europe Across the rising dew of Bosphorous Today is Children Day in Turkey Kids are celebrated in the bowel of a Turkish bird Deep in the skies, Near by. Seated by are two Nigerian kids Smi...

Day70 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge (for all victims of unrequited love) Once I met a girl named Prettyface Mary The likes of whom set foot on our beaten path so rarely. Her presence was like sunshine pure and golden In an overcast season of promises made and broken. Consumed by her overpowering radiance, I felt entrapped within her magnetic ambience. Gushing in admiration unbridled, My opening line to her, I pronounced softly, unguarded. ‘Prettyface Mary,’ I quipped. ‘May I remain bathed in your cosy presence till eternity?’ To my entreaty, Prettyface Mary beat a silent retreat. Still, I persevered. To her, I said, ‘If no answer is forthcoming from you, my dearie ‘Then, I fear my heart Will into a thousand fragments remain shattered.’ Prettyface Mary was unyielding Perhaps my style was discomfiting. So to a different strategy I placed my hope And to the goddess of poetry I duly approached. Missives in droves I penned to Prettyfa...

Day69 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge To street kids, finding rest in dark tunnels Laying on broken bottles Fasting for food Dancing in rags Smiling with yellow teeth Drinking from dry gutters Healing from hard drugs Taking hugs from trees Using branches as bed To homeless kids, Now drug resistants Growing compulsory dreadlocks Seeing humans as animals Thinking life is a jungle for the mighty Struggling to tell society They are not witches and wizards Sexually molested in minutes Dying from stigma Dying from starvation Dying from infirmities In shallow graves unmourned To wandering kids, Who have never tasted fried rice Who got cajoled into bad gangs Who had to birth malnourished infants Thinking their life is a mess Breathing in carbon dioxide Shivering with bare bodies under rain Who will maybe not read this You are noble and tremendous You will rise again There's absolute hope for street kids. Chinatu Orji is an amazing P...

Day 68 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangchallenge CR7, You have taught The world that the journey Of life towards the top mountains Of success requires Only a determined hiker Like you Crossing the hills And cliffs Leaving Smiles Planted on the Lips of fans Applauding At Madrid, Daring you were Like a lion Focused you were Like an eagle Speedy you were Like a cheetah Shiny you were Like a star In you, A true champion And a king like no other Has left Leaving behind Memories so exciting To forget. Goodbye, CR7. Khalid lmam, the Editor - in - Chief of Muryar Adabi is an author of over ten literary books. He is the Board of Trustees Member of Poets In Nigeria and the Kano Lead - Rep of Poets in Nigeria Connect Center. He is also the Vice Chairman of the Association of Nigerian Authors, Kano State Branch. Imam who hails from Kano state is one of the finest postmodernist African panegyric poets, a passionate teacher, translator, editor, literar...

Day 67 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge The golden eyes of millions Thrill the brokenhearted They sparkle like glitters in an armor They speak more... Youths of colourful future Flying in features Youths will back stab corruption And build a giant wall of progression Lead by profession Then we shall all move in procession Groving in appreciation Strong hands for leadership Aiming for a future When corruption will be dusted from our picture Youths of positivity Neglecting negativity We are the hope of our nation The pride of our nation Esther Emmanuel is Model and a Poetess. Photo credit: Williams Okina #Nigerdeltatourismexpocalabar

Day 66 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge I am a polity in distress Maimed and emasculated I've lost my glorious days Alas!I sit askew with shame I'm a victim of circumstance Sandwiched by two opposing forces Where do I go from here? How do I ward off these monsters? I'm distraught and sad Fraught by myriad vices I've been deceived many a time By evil walking in simple ordinariness But is it my fault to be richly blessed? Is it my fault to be raped by my own children? My limbs are weakened and numbed My brows tired by onslaught of woes I've been beleaguered and wounded By pelts coming from within But I've kept my faith,perhaps too long Now many deride and scorn upon my name I'm the practical jokes of parliamentary sessions I've been defaced and smeared by my very own! Forced to feed on my innards Denying me the brimming wealth of my barns See how they loot and divide my possessions Even before the dusk...

Day 65 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge We are here again At the time of shenanigans When words are cheap When suavity is mastered And the people 're fooled The moments have come For theatrical melodrama Of giant bills and flyers When friendly enemies dangle us On marionettes like puppets We are here once again At the time of volume deception And 'chameleonic' traits When fantastic lies fill and bloat Our gullible famished stomachs The times are here When truth is compromised And our rights sold for pittance On the street of falsehood For another baptism of anguish This is another season of subterfuge When deceit bare its teeth And dare come to us yet again in the open Jangling shackles of our slavery in one hand Rice and salt in the other asking for our suffrage We've come another full circle When we pay obeisance To oligarchy with sweat and blood Amidst frenzy applaud as corruption walks in With aplomb through the s...