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How would you define me?
I love her, encourage her, play with her
Motivate her, and tell her that she could be anything she want in life
and then I look at her with concupiscent eyes.
I do good, I build people positively
People see me and they say, “you are good!”
But my heart is stained with virile feelings.
They say “what you think is who you are,”
I fear who they say I am is not as I thinketh
And for a long time, the image they depict of me
Conflicts with what inflicts my mind.
People think they know me,
But I ask myself, ‘am I a pretender or just struggling within, and trying to define me?”
Am I trying to define the me they see or the me I know?
Or the me I think, or the me I feel?
Or the me I struggle with, or the me I want to be?
Or the me I don’t even know?
Today I washed my dirty body with soap, water and fragrances
But I couldn’t wash away my guilt, my hurt, my shame, my pains and my fears
They stuck unto me like glue
And pierces my heart every minute, reminding me of how much I have drown in my filthiness!
Insinuating that I cannot come out of the weary-dreary-droopy-blood-sucking pit!
I turned my face to God but he was too holy to behold my face
So, I washed my face with remorsefulness and solemnity in all sincerity!
And ran back to him,
Then he turned my scarlet and crimson to white as snow and wool!...….
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Louis Obarike
Loving is living!
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