27/03/2024
She is alive,
But aint living,
All she does is struggle to survive,
Her tomorrow and now,
Lies on the syringe,
Her breathe in the bottle ,
Her light in those pills.
Her name is Monica ,
She was a beauty,
She was bright,
She was obedient,
But did you know that the obedience too can be swayed?
By wind and waves?
of peers and colleagues too?
Did you know that classroom knowledge alone isn't enough,
To climb and cross,
Life's mountains and rivers ?
Chemical reactions and algebra,
grammar and History,
They are theoretical,
But life's practical.
And she was swayed!.
Her name is Lydia,
was a peagant of beauty,
And was a magnet,
Attracted every Adam she came across,
Gave her pride,
And wished for more,
Classes became leisure,
And attended when she was free,
Clubs her profession,
Yet undergraduate,
Monday to Friday,
Bottle to bottle,
Table to table,
Tribe to tribe,
Her well quenched many thirsts,
Her well soon dried,
No one to attract,
Candidiasis to gonorrhoea,
Beauty fades!
The rising breasts do fall!
The milky hair do age,
The supple skin do wrinkle,
The words of her mother brought guilt!
The sun do set,
And can set forever for you,
But will still be shining for others,
Heart,
virtues,
Listen , implement,
The old know more,
Don't crumble your life,
in the name of genz
in the name of beauty,
in the name of "YOLO"
The designer to your life,
is you!
I rest my pen✍️
