The First Feelings

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The first day I met her
A fateful afternoon
She was stained in bravery
at the doorsteps of our class
She stood- tall, bright, and her smiles
were poisonous
She walked towards me
Her steps patterned in rhymes
She hooked me in a mesh unknown.

As I looked at her- motionless
My pulse raced heavily
I was bored — corny,
crazy yet lonely and wanting
I made her laughed- then I smiled
I looked naughty and terrified
She was determined and confident
She was obedient too.

I don’t have girls in abundance
I thought to myself
I have never ravished a woman
I reassured myself
I could confess this even now
I have no tricks, but I have tact
I choked, sparked like a plug
Standing still.

I have no choices — bitter or better
But if I should, I will choose better
She was the girl- my heart confirmed
I imagined a date in the wilderness
Or on the beach- a traverse far beyond
A place where we could enjoy sea waves
swimming in ocean waters among coral reefs
Maybe a visit to the forest, I reimagined
through the highlands and hinterlands
climbing mountain tops and capes
but poverty does not favour luxury
I resigned to my fate.

This fantasy!
I stood there helpless
I imagined her on
my chest on a canoe
Right in the mangrove swamps
fishing like I know.

I am self-impressed
I am chased by a beauty
costly for my status
She wants me on
I looked Calm but fizzling
This attraction is not normal I thought
But its genuine!

My eyes dappled
I am far-fetched — emotions raced
I thought I am invisible
because poverty does not show beauty
It’s weird to feel that way
but it is the truth about me.

I saw her side booty- my heart jumped
Even in a skirt uniform
She was statuesque and beautiful
As she walked economically towards me
I was dead alive
Thinking nothing more than what
I was seeing.

Standing in my plain white
My mind poisoned
It is a silly gimmick
But I am in love!
Slowly, she leaned towards me
I felt the chemistry — a kiss!
My lips calmly watered, my eyes closed
while I sat back speechless
She has bravely kissed me!

On me, under the mango tree
Siting with my mind and eyes all in frames
She stood like a lioness
I, Poisoned and fainted
Woke up to a brown smile that never
faded since that day- it was my first feelings.

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M Sahr Nouwah- The Hunter’s Grandson
An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)

Using poetry and storytelling to challenge issues affecting women and children within modern society, focusing on human development and fighting poverty.