I am not a love poet...
Therefore will never dine in the courts of unmutual riots...
Coz like the wind...
Love...comes and goes,
Sends my emotions to and fro, throws...
Stones on her window while she replies with rocks,
Drops,
Eternal hopes in my ears and now “I LOVE YOU NOT...”
Is all that I can hear...
But I can not...
Be an “I love you not,”
Poet while tying knots,
Confirming hearts with ungrateful “I love you KNOTS.”

I AM NOT WHO YOU THINK I AM...
I am not a pissed off poet.
Though being pissed might serve the government a service
I am not a government servant. A serpent with six incomplete heads
Completes the governments purpose.
I am not shy to expose the students tertiary perception,
Bedding ground where womanhood is defined by premature conception
And manhood is founded upon Emmanuelle and Playboy transgressions.
A student’s mind which was once filled with culture is gaped wide open by
Systematic vultures as she...tries to escape the system through
Frozen ventures, she...
Loses her sense,
He...loses his rands and cents to the spirit of, “Put in the money you’ll see,”
Directly translated, “Fak’ imali uzobona.”
There’s a street culture on the loose,
It requires teens to drink heavier booze,
Lose their identities and choose sexual equality, Well I refuse...coz
I
Am more than a Street Poet...
I’ve been boarding stages through the ages like they were T.U.T buses
From the Ice Ages, been busting the truth with a universal accent,
This accent,
It’s no accident
Excellently delivered truth on blackman’s doors,
Unlockin doors with verbal knocks and timeless bombs,
Please accept my gift without pause
Breathing was my last resort...

I AM NOT WHO YOU THINK I AM...
I am not a bored non-alcoholic,
A verbally battered relic,
I am lyrically funkadellic.
On the mic my voice will not be framed,
For it is not picture perfect nor crystal clear...
So dear...
Students part-taking in poetry sessions let’s be clear...
I am not titled poet so don’t you dare compare me with a pair of idol poets...
Fellas let’s be clear...
I declare my uninterest in Mrs. Perfect by your side so have no fear,
The
Lord has answered your solemn prayer...
Your women will not be prey,
They will not be prayed on...
This year some people will think I stand for God...
Well...I do not stand for Satan...
Neither am I a free spirit,
Coz free sprits,
Roam foreign lands and tap the devil’s hand,
The devil’s right hand men are fallen angels...
You wouldn’t wanna be a fallen spirit...
This poem represents December’s conception,
This year’s hit and next year’s wonder,
But I wonder when I ponder on the seven wonders of the universe
If you ever ponder about what lingers in the oneness of a heart,
If denominations are preaching the Trinity of yours...
The Spirit of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost are revealed in the Fullness
Of Jesus Christ Bodily...The Spirit of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost are
Revealed in the Fullness of Christ Bodily...

I AM NOT WHO YOU THINK I AM...
I am Fierce,
Iced with verse, first to the last verse enticed with love...
What I am not, I am, till I am not what I am,
I am what I am not.
I’m hot like stainless steel pots,
Hot like stolen plots,
I am what I am not... You got...?