Golden Ink

ADDICTION - part I Toxic substances , the more that we CRAVE Using a shovel to dig our own GRAVE Not withstanding the love and joy that God GAVE I know it will kill me, but I need it to survive I only live once, but I Still don't mind. I sold my "Watch" to buy more drugs I'm living on "borrowed" time. I took heroin -to bring out the hero-in-me Wanted to marry Joan , so I took marijuana. I taut I was addicted to drugs.. But I was more addicted to "Self destruction" Its tearing me apart, I have a few pages left. I'm out of oxygen, I'm now short on health. They say prevention is better than cure. A word is enough for those willing to hear. Word of advice- Addiction Isn't bad in totality but centre your addiction on sth purposeful. God,hustle,hard work, making paper ✌ etc. Say NO to drug Abuse. #BLAZE_OH    Blaizoh #MakingAdiffernce Written by Aniediong Malachy 300 level Agricultural and Environmental

FRENEMIES When all you cherish is taken from you from the people you would have given up anything for.. Betrayal from both parties,  Well I guess the party is over now.. You can all go home.. Best Friends betrayed you,  Killed the trust that was struggling to grow on bad soil. You never trusted anyone, but the few you trusted  "thrust-ed" you on the back with a double edged sword with two different faces. My blood is dripping but I'm not aware  No one tells me.. Cause no one cared. When you're judged based on "what they heard" not "what they know" And the people that know the least about you  always have the most to say.. Betrayed for 30 grains of rice.. Not up to a piece of silver . I'm nothing compared to Jesus. . no wonder he was betrayed for a greater price . 30 pieces of silver . When your "so-called" comforter turns to your "most feared" predator. She might be smiling and petting you.. Look

Bruised, injured, handicapped are her signature Sadness, emptiness accompany her to bed each night Closed her to awake in the fairy of her mystery She build a wall of defence around herself But lay crushed in her palace In her closet of gold, is a crushed gem Instead of a love shaped ornament The future is bright but she find herself running away like the guilty one She refuse to let in because she is scared of opening her tears She refuse to let go be cause she is scared of bleeding from her tears But how long will she let you tear her tears? Your back to her face is her caterpillar Your smile to her is her pillar Fear of the unknown is  her anthem But you lay in the blossom of your comfort insensitive to the atmosphere she's in She is letting go gradually but you recognized it not She is a basket of bitterness yet still you do a refilling of more bitterness She reaches out to you, you busy the connection No one to turn to but her tears Finally, Her Tears h

You call it discipline, you call it home TRAINING; Yet I'm the only one who gets all d SCOLDING. Just because I lost my dad to an unprecedented ACCIDENT; The cold paws of death seized his breath through such a tragic INCIDENT. Just because my mum (ur sister) died of a cancerous ORGAN; You resorted to calling me a miserable ORPHAN. Was this wat u meant wen u publicly professed ur intentions of total love & CARE? You said I won't lack any good thing yet it's been centuries since I got a new UNDERWEAR. I'm frail and fragile yet u subject me to Herculean chores & DRILLS; With my tiny hands I clean,yet I get zero attention wen I'm ILL. Of course, I cook d MEAL; But I dare not eat, until everyone has eaten to their FILL. Each day, I help prepare ur children fr SCHOOL; Afterwards I stay back and become ur errand TOOL. The children wer at Grandma's for the HOLIDAYS; Aunty had left for Dubai to purchase goods since YESTERDAY. While reading a

D smile on her face🤱🏽; D joy in his heart; D innocent look👶🏽on my face; D unfathomable fulfilment👫my parents felt, when they had their first son. My 8th day on earth- a catastrophe I couldn't escape; Was it my fault that I was a male?; My hands🤲🏻and feet held firmly; I thought it was time to change my diaper; D charming smile on my face varnished☹; I cried out in severe agony😭; She couldn't stand d sight of her wailing son; An ocean of tears overflowed d riverbanks of her eyes; she watched🙍🏻‍♀me go through the pain of circumcision; I grew into a boy🧒🏻; My regular play-stuff was my #thirdleg; I'll fiddle with it so innocently till mum scolds me🗣me to stop; Sometimes I'll play with it till it points Northeast👉🏿; Of course!!! what did I know? I was just a child; I got to secondary school and discovered🤔; That my #winky could do more than just urinate; My favorite subject became biology; My best topic became reproduction; My most

ABUSE- BLOOD IS NOT AN EXCUSE Abused beyond FACIAl recognition. You promised to send me to school . In the fore-walls of a higher institution. But I'm "learning" The HARD WAY. Working   day and night. NO PAY I needed a better life. But this one isn't worth living Its like am acting a movie. "slavery part 2" And I'm acting it alone, no parts, no chapters. Just and endless scene of suffering. Verbally u molested me. All bad words Are friends of mine now. Never saw me as your brother's daughter. Just a prey that u should slaughter My parents are Gone. But I still have my rights. Instead of caring for me, u gave me Sleepless nights. Later that night, Your voice echoed. You came in de darkness, like a wall gecko In your voice I could decode your intentions were not good. ,  not like they were ever Good. You started acting funny.. , tho u had no sense of humour. You only acted NICE. that evening, and It Came with a PRICE Ge