Lizzy's Haven

                         When you shut that door          And left without looking back          It wasn't my scream you heard          It was the breaking of the heart          You vowed to protect                         @lizzy's haven

                you child of shame                 rejected by your clan              stabbed by your friends             abandoned by your siblings          Glory in the loneliness you have                        lizzy's haven 

            I could not tell time,day or season at age 6 But from the newness of things And mothers buying new clothes and matching shoes for kids From the melodious sounds made by the United choir of animals tied to a spot And far away family members returning and reuniting with warm hugs and kisses From seeing small families grow very large And gifts flying in the air like butterflies From the exciting whispers in my head to be good And the happiness and extra love all around I could always tell it was Christmas Now at age (private) I feel like 6 all over again Telling it's Christmas from the smiles on your faces And from the love and hugs I get from you Oh! I wish this Christmas that everyday is Christmas.                🎅🎅🎅 @ lizzy's haven

My hope cries My dreams sleeps... for there is no cause to be joyed I stare at the mirror and see nothing The very reason I smile Life caused to pause The breath I breathe is something But nothing that is mine I am a drum My sound you can hear from afar The one who fills is always at work But the hole in me let it all out Even with an eagle's eye I am led by the hand I say alot but nothing is heard The hole in me is deep, deep, and deep Who can fix it? Who can make my hope see reality? The very painful reality that mocks Or who will take the burden? The burden that weighs down my soul             ©lizzy's haven

Refuse walking the streets Led by the hands of owners The light directors are lovers of darkness And the old and young sings "Na Naija we dey" The last person in a row miraculously gets attention The inheritance of many are shared by a few And the people say in admiration "Na naija be dis" The book masters feed on skirts And for a piece in black and white They forcefully gain many notes "Who cares" they shout Dis na Naija Her flower is forcefully plucked by a gang of harmless boys Her mother weeps to the angels in Black Who after shaking hands with the poor boys hurried away without a word The neighbours whisper "Na naija wey dey" The ones with red stain in their hands walk the streets proudly And those that bother to notice Gain uniform and chains The noble judge is richly cursed by his father And the stool of lies Sits boldly on truth The rich weeps in abundance And the poor smiles in lack "It is okay"...