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HELPLESSNESS By Stephanie E. Ofeoshi

Introducing to you our esteemed readers is Stephanie E. Ofeoshi. Stephanie is a 14 years old girl who loves writing, she is ready to use her pen greatly. She also likes reading inspirational books. Isn't that amazing seeing a young girl who is already enthusiastic about the power of her pen.  Kindly drop a comment to encourage Young Stephanie to do more after you have read her poem.

Now Our Vision
Infested by corruption
Parricide, robber aim
Loss are our gain

What are the peoples’ gain
Alive dead are our future
Oh happiness! Our beings end and aim
Down by wickedness culture
More work less gain

Thus, hope has left our sides
Blathering flint, battered with clanging hoof
Are our visions and destiny
The arms and flesh has failed

Our beauty has been slain
We smiled, cried and wailed
Who will save us from this disdain?
Help and kindness have cried
The enemy has prevailed and shall prevail
Until we turn to our creator.

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I struggled for too long Being who I wasn’t Fitting  my circle into other people's 
perfect squares -- into all their
expectations for me Their perception was all that mattered What they will see and say Their standard for success and achievement
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Housed in a container Moved in it Identified by its aesthetics But sometimes lost in it Who exactly am I the container or the content
Sometimes I try so hard to figure exactly what it is about this combo Sometimes complicating other times compelling sometimes conflicting other times cooperating
Influenced by the countless conversations with  the inner and the  outer the seen and the unseen the known and the unknown Then I discover It goes beyond this container there is something about content
As adorned as this container maybe embellished with so much beauty the content remains the substance that give it credibility Beyond the container that interacts is the content that keeps the flow is the content that leaves  memorable impacts
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