Don’t Tell Me

Don’t tell me you can dance to my heart beat
It’s not rhythmical like a drum beat.
Let this deception stop and not pause
‘Cos those words can’t get me pulsed.

Don’t tell me of a heart I broke.
Is it a bottle of coke?
Won’t I first break the rib cage
If I fist in rage?

Don’t tell me of the name you made
Or of your wife who was once your maid
‘Cos not all clothes you wash and wait to dry
You must tie and dye.

Don’t tell me of the party I missed
And cause my eyes to mist.
Unless you’ve brought meat
For my mouth to meet.

Don’t tell me this good is whole
When I can see a hole.
Deceive me not with your praise
Only to count me as one of your preys.

Don’t tell me to shut up
Or threaten to call me a cop.
If I’ve said anything wrong
Don’t wait too long
Sound the gong
And prove me wrong.



4 thoughts on “Don’t Tell Me” by Okeme James Jerome (@okemejames)

  1. Loved loved loved loved this poem. This is my favorite lines, “Don’t tell me this good is whole When I can see a hole.”

    “Deceive me not with your praise
    Only to count me as one of your preys.”
    I’m going to be using those 2 lines on those guys who are trying me… outstanding piece by the way. So much to take away by anyone.

    1. Thanks so much ma’am Otebele for beautiful comment. I appreciate you

  2. I’m in awe of this poem! Amazing! Every line was it for me but just like Ufuoma, the second to the last stanza had me totally in awe!

    1. Thanks so much Ibukunwrites for the wonderful comment

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