MY THRONE OF GLASS AND ICE
Fragile and delicate as it can get,
My abode to me looks the best yet,
Where else can such graciousness meet the eyes?
Nowhere else but my throne of glass.
Levelled together with the mountain top,
The journey to the top never has a stop,
Climbing and crawling to the meet with the wise,
All for the privilege of being with my throne of ice.
With no help I crawled and clanged my way up the ladder,
No one to relieve me like the urine in my bladder,
My achievement up the log had its own price,
I put it all together to build me my thrones of glass and ice.
If my journey couldn't be cut short,
Why limit yourself to unreasonable but?
You can't continue to watch and hear the lies,
While those blindfolding you with the lies continue to achieve success right before your eyes.
Drag yourself if you must,
Let it be about make or bust,
Roll through any surface like a dice,
Give yourself a chance to put together your own kind of throne of glass and ice.
Temitope Omotoso
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BLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE
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