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The things we do
The things we say
The smiles we make
The bills we pay
This is us.
This is me
This is you.

Believing that
Love is in the air-
at least that’s what we say
But is it true where you come from
Beauty is determined by curves and size of ass
Emotions and love are measured by short flings,
short dresses,
short conversations,
and short relations
Circling around custom made likings
that short women are more beautiful-
and tall women are hard to curve
We have reduced the power of feel
Fights between light skins and dark skins
Not knowing that’s definitely and intimately-
21st Century racism
Is it true that
We have boxed love the same way
the opposite sex has?
Emotions sent in chocolate bars-
Feelings travelling in electronic phones-
and buzz-
Have you ever stopped and wondered?
Maybe in the world of emojis
They laugh at our ignorance
every time we send smiley faces
with sad intentions.
We no longer laugh like humans, we
just imagine laughters.
So next time you meet your loved one
Smile a second longer than
The recycled smiles on your phone.
Hug an inch tighter to trigger warmth
that will walk you through the cold times
Because these boxes can’t store
the shapes of love our heart makes
We are big
I am big
you are big
So stretch, close your hands
to the things we do
And open your hearts to the things
ought to be done since
Beauty and killer looks shouldn’t be boxed
In aspect ratios
That rely on another user to ascertain
our real worth, but
That’s how low we are
In a world where self opinion
should be the bench mark of who we are
But who are we
To find love when we are lost
Who are we to hold love
When we let go too soon?
I haven’t been kissed with lips that lack lies
And for every hand that held me
spoke of how loose I am
I have swam in oceans of ‘it’s not you,
it’s me’
‘You’re too good to be true’ and
I have tasted the excuse of ‘I need more-
time to know you’
My heart has had more breaks than school gives
My eyes have seen more beauty in
phone screens, but
average people when met in reality
I have learned that tears cry too
that hearts fade away
with every rejection
And souls bend to breaking points
with every assumption
So dear lady,
If a man takes long to show his emotions
Go grab his hand,
Steal a kiss
And when he is breathless
Let him know how you feel
To everyone who is hurt,
this is how we heal,
this is how we rise.

Open your world to other worlds
Gift your hands the textures of different people
Feast your eyes to shades of
different colors and fly your minds to
clouds of
how other people make it rain
in their own world
So today,
Learn that we are big
I am big, and you are big
So love
Love like hate has powered you
So love
Love like a heartbreak is chasing you
So love.

Gufy Dox (Oscar Ogero)

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