A LETTER TO A BATTLING CONSCIENCE.

No greetings for its war and constant battles,
No peace deal yet to consent
But are we ending this war
Like I thought you would I free?
Make me responsible
For my thoughts
Actions
Feelings
Cease making me dependent on you
But still you own
Control
Dictate
Who I am,
What I do
What I think
What I feel?
Like a toddler
Are we parting soon?

A little freedom
A little guilt-free recklessness
A little naughtiness allowed
Must you haunt for actions unapproved committed
Make me think once, twice, thrice,
Countless times before I venture
Do I need to thee consult?
Before I step and act?
Am I ever free?
To dictate my actions
Do you have to imprison me?
In this empty soul of mine
Controlling and conforming me to your ways
Making me Human?
Look at them (Human)
Broken because of their actions
Careless feigning affection
Hiding under emotions
Destroyed yet playing perfect.
Do I?
Do you?
Want me to live in that hopelessness?
Constant sorrow
Void
Of guiltiness and always desperate?
Could you for a moment pause
Think
And grant me what I utmost desire.
My freedom

Like they do not care
Walking with big egos
Pride
Am I supposed to conform?
Are you biding me to that?
And to say the least it sucks
Can we strike a deal?
Because I,
I need you to free my thoughts
I need you to stop battling my mind
I need you to stop assuming control over me
And let me be.
Careless, reckless, ruthless,
Make mistakes and from them learn
That is my freedom
So I need my freedom

Yours,
Mind.

UP TO NO FAME

And I forward step and lay my claim
That I pen not for fame
I do not write for my name
On billboards and lists for poets to prize claim
That I need not please
That my work needs not send u shouting ‘Jeez!!’
That I do not need my work to get u on ua knees
Cz I do not ryt to get u 2 my bed
And u shamelessly lay u claim it sounds dead?
But I do not ryt by u 2 get fed
Because I can earn my daily bread
Don’t claim this aint up to grade
Cz I don’t need on poets list to parade
I can stand n am not afraid.



But y I ryt?
To inspire
To light and ignite the fire
To get it off\
4 home feeling when foreign
To ease the pain
To fuse the main
To kill the migraine
Not 2 earn ua wicked smile
Neither do I for ua faked feigned appreciation
I do not ryt to get your word for it
Because am up to no game
On billboards for top prize claim
And I need not bargain
Because am up to no fame



To warn before u stand to criticize
Before you stand n down play
That this is down the drain
That it sounds like a Sunday school hymn refrain
Please note I ryt with my paper and ink
Use my brain to think
For I do not pen to get ua heart to sink
For this is my style
Flows like the Nile
Go get a brain-check if sounds too Greek
Next tym pause before you blurb like a kid
Because I do not ryt for a big name
I do not pen for poets top prize claim
For my work, I’m up to no fame.


Dedicated to all ma haters..mnajijua