Streetpoetry Stories

Life's a Bitch is a raw, street-born album carved from cold nights and hard lessons. It tells the story of growing up with nothing but pressure and persistence, where hunger builds ambition and pain sharpens purpose. Each track moves like a confession, survival over sentiment, grind over excuses. This is music for anyone who learned early that life doesn't play fair, but kept moving anyway, turning scars into a voice the streets can hear.

A song about walking my block at night, eyes wide, carrying memories and weight, questioning if this life is fate or a cycle I can break.

Venomous Tongues is a satirical poem about the corrupt nature of political office holders in Nigeria. It presents the Nigerian situation in a dining table setting in which the participants dig into the morsel (crude oil) without fear or favour to anyone. The political leaders are metaphorically describes as wolves & predators of each other. The poem is a free-verse, run-on-line poem with no spaces for pauses used to convey the serious nature of the theme. The themes of the poem are: Corruption, War, Political Instability among others

In a world that often silences its youth, the unspoken rage and resilience of a generation demand to be heard. When Silence Sparks the Storm captures the quiet fury of Gen Z-voices restrained by expectation, society, and circumstance, yet unstoppable in their truth. Through restless streets, burning cities, and flashing lights, this poem follows the pulse of a generation refusing to be ignored, highlighting the moments when silence becomes a weapon, and every spark ignites change. It's not just chaos; it's a cry for justice, a call for awareness, and a reminder that even in turmoil, courage grows. Each line is a reflection of the fires within, the battles fought in plain sight, and the hope that persists despite the noise. This is a poem for those who feel unseen, for those whose voices have been minimized, and for anyone ready to witness the power of silence transformed into action. Read closely. Listen. The storm is coming-and it carries a message you cannot ignore.

When you feel you are walking alone.

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Let's cancel love people. I no longer want to feel it.

Just feeling and writing the rain induced feelings.

When you wait for love.

A raw, unfiltered glimpse into survival, rage, and humanity. Witnessing pain, shame, and struggle, this poem reflects the moments that reveal our true strength-the choice to endure, give, and feel deeply. A reflection on life, empathy, and the silent power of survival.

Every feeling is you.

A love song

I left the park this morning. I couldn't even go to the dog park without hearing gunshots. Echoing through the air, relentless, tearing through peace like it was normal. Around the corner, a playground filled with kids. Each field packed, sneakers pounding grass, laughter struggling to survive, while bullets and echoes screamed above. This isn't just noise-it's trauma. Innocence exposed. Childhood interrupted. Every gunshot a reminder that someone's disregard outweighs safety, empathy, and humanity. Kids learn fear before they even know joy. Hypervigilance becomes their first lesson. And adults act like it's normal, like nothing is wrong. I had to leave. I couldn't sit there and breathe that poison. It's reckless. It's cruel. It's a warning of the world we're letting our children inherit. Wake up. Open your eyes. The fields are filled with future trauma, the playground is a warning, and your bullets are the soundtrack of broken childhoods. This poem is raw, undeniable, and unflinching. It's a call to see the truth, a reminder that life is too short to normalize chaos, and a demand for accountability.

Memories

**"Red van parked. Numbers standing out - 555888. Old man steps, glances, shadows moving. I sit. I watch. I breathe. Every detail tells a story. Every moment matters. The world swirls around me, yet I remain grounded. Quiet strength, presence, and observation - Seeing what others miss. 🌸 Do you notice the small moments that speak the loudest?"**

I went through fake love, betrayal, and giving too much to the wrong people. At some point, I realized the person I was hurting most was myself. I chose to walk away, cut off the negativity, and put myself first. The biggest apology I ever made was to me. Now I'm focused on my growth, my peace, and the life I owe myself.

She thought the past was just a memory. A one-night connection, lost in time. Now it's staring her in the face - wrapped in secrets, tension, and a smile that still makes her nervous.

this is a poem that I write when I was 8

"Edge, rhythm, and raw power collide in 'Butterfly Shadows.' This poem flips through the darkness with precision, weaving struggle, resilience, and triumph into every line. A journey of survival, truth, and the fierce voice that refuses to be silenced. For those who walk the edge, this is your anthem."