So you are a big girl now?
You prance about in platforms
Step on toes with defiance
Toss your hair in arrogance
Like a peacock in a lone dance.
When will you come home?
Mama made your favourite soup
Papa wants his friends to meet you
Your stool is covered with mildew
It’s hard pretending we don’t miss you
What are you doing now?
In bed with some Alhaji
Eating suya sushi and spaghetti?
Do you still remember
Where you are from?
Can you find your way unguided?
Or will you need a map and co-ordinates?
Will you find this house with no gate?
Or avert your eyes
Too ashamed to gaze?
You say its a jungle out there
So all you think of is survival
Being better than your rivals
Wearing Prada and Jimmy Choo.
Young lady, I just pity you,
Because when this race
Called life is through
You’ll learn that things
Are just deceptive
Not truly representative
Mere toys for the festive
Not worth selling your soul for
Not worth walking out the door
Living like you never had a family
Self deceit is the worst type
after all your glitz and hype
When are you coming home?
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My elders and peers i salute you
Bring your wit and your worries.
Tell me your truest thought
Make me a finer poet.
I like this…hopefully they will find their way home.
Thanks @amy78
Not bad
abi @kaycee
Good poem… I like the message.
Thank You! Mr @francis !
Lovely message…
Merci Beaucoup Madmoiselle @sibbylywhyte
@sibbylwhyte
Lovely
Thank you @melody
Seen. sounded like you were chastising instead of pleading and imploring. Women always have huge emotions, let it find it’s way into the poems and writes… cheers
I pray, I really pray, that God keeps mine at home. Not a bad piece
great poem
Silent but salient, thanks for sharing.
Preacheric poetry.
You hit it Sun.
if you asked me to edit this poem, i would take “Living like you never had a family”, place it beneath “Young lady, I just pity you” and end the poem there. It’s a good poem.
hmmm @obiaguomba Thank you! I ll Look at that.
Yep! The pretend game is a good one, easy to play.
Every once in a while though, a few do get tired and they find their way home. The others who need the co-ordinance,head for another destination,more out of this world.
Nice one, really for both sexes don’t you think? with the rampart get-rich-quick or die trying of this generation “Y”; Lol.
Yes ma!
i like that the first line was a question…
@oriafo-donald And i like that you like, thank you for readind.
Great poem, lovely message
Nice