THE MESS ISN’T THE MESS UP

All alone in the bush she was..
Sitted under the tree with her baby..
She remembered how stupid she was..
At her age with something called a baby..

She followed the guy for the sake of tush..
He deceived her and made his way in..
Now she had nowhere to go but the bush..
Cos her parent wouldn’t let her in..

Struggling was the only option for her to choose..
As she laid her hands on whatever to make a living..
With a determination for her not to loose..
And an aim for her future to be worth believing..

In luxury she was swimming at last..
With her past life placed in the trash can..
Now successful living a blast..
Just like a dancing oil in the pan

About Omoloye Miracle 179 Articles
Omoloye Miracle is a writer, voice over artist, genotype and blood group advocate, ghost writer, counselor, script writer at Remo TV, poet, media coordinator II at Spirit Life Network, content team lead at TASUED Writers Community and founder of Mheerah-dee Drops.

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