A POEM about dealing with people trying to be in your business and what they think about you.
I’m certain you’ve got a plethora of questions to ask
I understand it is a gossiper’s compelling task
That horrible mask
Behind which you bask
Constantly searching for whose life to ransack
And looking for others with which to multitask.
I live in this tent
It’s my spirit who pays the rent
And my body owes no one the knowledge of how much it’s lent.
It’s a priceless skill I have learnt
Perceiving what the inquiry originally meant
And putting the inquirer off my scent
By giving an answer that gets my own message sent
Without projecting a character dent.
I never worry about others thinking that I’m not doing great
I’m only cautious about pretending to be doing great
Nevertheless, no one deserves to see my spirit bare
Except the One who purposed to create me without a dare
The only One who understands and feels all my pain
The only One who knows that I am not here in vain.
Copyright © Vwerosuoghene Abioye, 2021
All rights reserved.
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Thank you! *hugs*
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I’m glad you do. Thank you!
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Thank you for writing it!
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