A Friend

A Friend

She cried again, this was the second time today

And how many times did she cry a week?

She couldn’t remember anymore, It was one too many times

At home her neighbors teased her and called her a spoiled rich girl an ajebota

Was it her fault that her father was rich and sent her to the best schools in the country or that she was born An American?

They’d ridicule her American accent. So she’d run home not realizing that maybe just maybe they were jealous

She didn’t care if anyone was jealous she just wanted friends

When she went to school her class mates called her ugly, she was thin as a rail with protruding teeth, her daddy said she was beautiful

She cried, It wasn’t her fault it was God who gave her this face with these teeth like a grass cutter

She didn’t blame God, she didn’t blame anyone she just wanted friends

Time would heal her, her favorite maths teacher promised

She didn’t doubt this she just wanted friends

One day the little ugly rich girl became a beautiful young lady

and her neighbors waved

and her classmate’s fawned

But

she no longer wanted them as friends as she had grown as wise as she had grown beautiful

for if they  did not  want to be her friend when she was down she didn’t trust them to be friends when all was well



13 thoughts on “A Friend” by ivie9ja (@Ivie9ja)

  1. Hmm this poem hit a nerve in me at some point… It was as if I told you my story…. Thank you so so mmuch for the ending you gave this piece. I loved the style you wrote the poem in…

    Good awesome Job!

  2. Thank you very much this is my first poem on this site so your words mean a lot to me

  3. Nice one. You write in plain English. Poetry is not only about pouring out ones thought or emotion but also patterns and styles used is necessity. Though you write in plain English but honestly I found it hard to note the style you employed.keep it up sis.

    Noble cares.

  4. @noblewrite thank you for the feedback I struggled a bit with this so I chose to just publish it as is as I couldn’t find a way to change the flow as long as I was able to tell the story. I will keep your comment in mind when doing my next piece

  5. Is it every story that’s @Ufuomaotebele‘s…just wondering as I read through this piece.

    The poetic piece was beautifully rendered but I’d suggest that your lines of poetry be as short and concise as possible. This is because poems are not simply constructed sentences arranged in lines but literary pieces decorated with literary and figurative terms and meanings.

    It’s a good try anyways…only just keep writing :)

  6. @ivie9ja…..No matter wat, just kip on writing. Thumbs up.

    Noblewrite cares.

  7. @ivie9ja…..No matter wat, just kip on writing. Thumbs up.

    Noblewrite cares

  8. Grt lines
    I am wondering along wit u o @innoalifa if @ufuomaotebele sees her self in all the stories.

    1. @Kaymillion @innoalifa You can say I’ve lived alot….experienced alot I mean… this poem would date back to when I was 12 or something… like the ending said oo I am grown now…

      1. Good to have a wonderful pal
        @kaymillion whose wording call
        bespeaks what I think of @Ufuomaotebele
        but she has spoken and the ground is partly clear

  9. @ivie9ja lol, this poem reminds me of back when I was a kid , nice write up. If only we knew then what we know now.

  10. Yea if only I had I time machine I could go back and tell my younger self not to give a damn about them @kevweodogun lol

    1. lol @ivie9ja me and you both

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