This is who I am This is who I am An introverted extrovert A sociable shy girl An emotional loner A creative procrastinator And a lady to the core This is who I am I’m a contradictory statement But a loyal one I always got your back Even when you ain’t got mine I always speak up for you Even when you forget my name This is who I am An ambitious pushover A hardworking lazy ass A friendly stranger A softie with a hardcore I’m a thoroughbred of the feminine specie I’m a living oxymoron The malleability of man’s mind So a thought I was pondering “The malleability of man’s mind” Someone steps up and tells you something is wrong Without doubt or wonder Man agrees Someone steps up and tells you this is the way it should be done Without questions or suspicions Man agrees “The malleability of man’s mind” It can be bent, reshaped, and remoulded That is the beauty And that is the shame as well All one needs The person man looks up to Make person say whatever And man shall believe This is how the greatest men were made So also is how the greatest tyranny ensued Irony; How do you differentiate tyranny and heroism You can’t!!! Some person just painted a picture Which your malleable mind accepted
She She seems happy She has confidence overflowing The most cheerful person you know Always happy Always full of energy With the positivity And innocence of a child To a point It becomes annoying It becomes irritating You call her a noisemaker She laughs it off You call her a pest It seems like she is bulletproof But you forget She has a heart She has a mind She has a soul She has a body She has insecurities She has voices in her head Telling her how useless she is How unloved she is How unwanted she is You remember the saying The one that says The one with the brightest smile hurts the most Well, it’s true At night she weeps Letting all the pain out During the day, she smiles As her heart silently bleeds She keeps the positivity. Because that’s all she has She seems like a pest Because if she is left alone The voices begin to haunt As she laughs She sheds a little of the weight As she talks She talks a little of the pain away As she fights for her love She fights all the demons Laugh with her Talk with her Fight with her Maybe then she can overcome the demons that exist in her imagination maybe then she can let Someone else into her mind Maybe then it will seize to be “Me, myself and I” in her heart With all of her noise All of her laughter All of her attention-seeking All of her energy All of her positivity All she needs is love It’s not like I’m saying After she gets the live Everything changes Actually, no one knows What happens after love comes into play Would the depression leave Would it get worse Would it just reduce She doesn’t know I don’t know No one knows All we know is that If left like this She would break down Sooner or later She would become A shell of her old self The voices in her head Would take over The demons she imagined would take control Love is all she needs Love is all she wants Love is all she desires
Poet’s Bio
Iruoma Valerie is a digital strategist who enjoys writing, taking photographs, and creating content. She resides in Lagos and freelance from the comfort of her bedroom, dancing when the mood strikes, singing at the top of her voice, and doing what she loves the most.
