One Poem by Isioma Jemimah Okonicha

 

Ego

Like a trophy you stood still

Spreading ego as you climbed high

 

Expecting deserving moment to take pride

Looking as though the world should should stumble

 

Tilting your head to look through the skies

Carrying in plenty all that remain of honor but uncurt

 

Thinking you have the ultimate prize

Showing off your begotten self

 

Spreading your gown down below

Covering your inner side, one that is 

kept secret

 

Glowing each day on the outside

Suppressing the pages that follow and 

truly defines you

 

Misleading many with a fake worth

Preferring to hold unto your untrue self

 

Freezing underneath your gown

But dancing on the surface

Blocking every one who tries to see

Loudly pitching them against truth

 

With a heavy wave of digression

You sprinkle before them a nasty smell

 

Sending each one on a parking lot

Making for yourself a borrowed stage.

Isioma Jemimah Okonicha writes fictional stories, non-fictions and poems. Several of her works are published online and in print.