Rumour has it am in love with a man
Humour he has a quality not in a human
Mother is terribly pleased
Appeased not is my father
Rumour is spreading in towns like the gospel
That priests in gowns often tell in the chapel
Am not yet another concubine
Rather the little porcupine
Laughing through the tragic comedy
That there is no all to it as it lacks a remedy
The gossip is now old news
For the bold few
Rumour is now a wild fire
Bitter but they still get it for hire
Shall I just say a prayer
For all those who stare
That ends with an amen
Which men will remember when
I throw them out.
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Alana Zian
Am an introverted poet from Africa who is trying to find joy in words. Am also a student trying to make a living from writing specifically paying my tuition please support and share my stories if you can. https://ko-fi.com/alandon
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Lonely
You and I were alone together Eyes cast on the beggarly riches That graced with fairy tales Though like a virgin hearing marriage Rooted comfortable misery You cheerful pessimist Am hoping that you were deceptively honest The deafening silence that crowded your room Mightier than the heavenly choir Brought me crash landing down Begging on my knees Heels on stone To stop your cruel kindness Sometimes I heard your dull soar Screaming bittersweet through every pore Yet like a devout atheist You handed me in though like a historical present I loved you, I swear I loved you. Love is a syndrome Shallow it goes with each seep Deep down my bone marrow Narrow enough thin though an arrow Settling down a peaceful conquest
By Alana Zian2 years ago in Poets
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