Aba Radical
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For better for worse!
Good people will be remembered as a blessing
But the wicked will soon be forgotten
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Woman of Substance
Who is a woman of substance?
Is she the beautifully naked lady walking from the distance?
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What i have been told…
I have been told what poetry is
And what it is not
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How tall is #ThatTallGuy?
Dear Papa Kwasi, I'm sorry I forgot
The date of today
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Kiss me slowly
Dear future husband comma
Very soon my dad will walk me down the isle
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BISHOP PASIVAL FAFALIE SELLY
We write every now and then
But if the subject happens to be a nice specimen
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The Little Things That You Do.
Poetry is a judiciously crafted way of love expression
I wrote this poem to say thank you in a way that a handshake or gift never can
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Permission Granted, Go But Don't Leave!
This poem, or whatever
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I Blame Him Not
I have been told that the world is round
And that the people I meet while going
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Aba Radical Biography
About the author Her name is Mercy Aba Blankson but everyone except her family calls her by the pseudonym Aba Radical. She is a writer but prefer to call her writing photography of thoughts because that is how she sees the art of putting pen on paper. Her vision is to be able to write anything that can be written. She is a young Ghanaian student of the Ghana Institute of Journalism offering Bachelor of Arts in Communication Studies majoring In Journalism and a past student of Datus Senior High School, Tema campus.)
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The Mask
The mask
The mask that I have to wear
The concealed task of covers
The look to all that is dear
The confident guise always appears
Crushed by the reality
Like never before
Dreams lose their meaning
Falling a thousand pieces on the floor.
Words fade out
Ink pauses in such times
Time passes out
Pushing your effort into faint lines
A look in the mirror
Is this really me?
The mask is off, yes
But who else could it be?
I barely recognize
My own pair of eyes
But I used to be alive
It is only now that I realize
There was a day that I was free
The days that I could be me
Reality has stolen the light
Giving me the mask to pretend
Gone is the shine in my sight
Giving me the mask to depend
Lying on the bed I'm crying
My tear soaked pillow will testify
Standing on the street my faith is dying
But they pause, look, then pass me by
How can I stay focus day in, day out
When I'm heavily drowning in doubt,
When the mask fails to blind me to distrust
Behind the confident guise of a smile
Is a broken girl trying to cope in
And make life worth while
But as for the mask, when will my face
Actually grow a permanent one of a smile?
6/4/18-p1
…Inspired by Jessica Naa Adoley Moffatt…
Aba Radical
The Photographer of Thoughts
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