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Love Me...Or Not!

She is fine, She is hot

She is sexy, She is not

You confuse my life with a stereotype

The type you see in movies and the likes

Love me or not, I remain me



She is short, She is big

She is tall, She is slim

You make me feel like just a thing

Like I have no right to just be me

Love me or not, I’ll still be me



I see those smiles which are nothing but sneers

Your snide remarks have filled my ears

I wonder if my life must go on the blink

Just because I don’t care what you think

Love me or not, I can’t stop being me



A life of my own, that’s all I ask

I seek no glory or attention to bask

Let me be fat, I don’t give two cents

I can be fat, to my heart’s content

Love me or not, I love being me



I will make no apologies for who I am

Nor change myself for your praises to amass

I will walk the streets with my head up high

Not caring for the evil stares burrowed in your eyes

Love me or not, its yours truly…Me
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kacey said…
u try no be small. I sha hope say some guy somewhere no de try play wit ur emotions ooh cos he will av me 2 answer 2. Lolz! Nice piece dearie, kip inspiring d lot.
March 22, 2012 at 1:12 PM
Jennifer said…
I couldn't agree with you more. Nice
March 22, 2012 at 1:14 PM
Tiwa Alagbe said…
LOL...if I have you to fight for me, then what else.

Thanks loads
March 22, 2012 at 1:15 PM
Tiwa Alagbe said…
Hey fope, thanks for dropping by.
March 23, 2012 at 8:24 AM
Anonymous said…
Cool! Right on!
August 9, 2012 at 11:11 AM
Tiwa Alagbe said…
Thank you for reading and dropping a comment!
August 9, 2012 at 11:30 AM
Anonymous said…
I like your poem,it's great!
August 11, 2012 at 2:46 PM
Tiwa Alagbe said…
Awww...thank you! I appreciate your comment
August 13, 2012 at 1:09 PM
Darlene Hartman/"Simon Lang" said…
Great sense of self! Good for you! Just remember, when people look at us,
they're most often thinking their own (often troubling) thoughts, and not really
seeing us at all--just looking through everything and everyone. I did that the day
my Daddy died. Just know you are exactly the way God made you, and revel in it!
You go, girl!
August 13, 2012 at 8:24 PM
Tiwa Alagbe said…
I'm really sorry about your Dad.

Thanks for dropping a comment, and I will revel in the "me" made by God...make sure you do the same.
August 14, 2012 at 10:04 AM
Anonymous said…
nice poem...just want to say that if you care to much about what others think of you, you will not enjoy life to its fullness...let them see you for who you are and not what they want you to be...keep up the creative writting :)
August 18, 2012 at 12:29 AM
Robbin Engels said…
"Praises to amass arrives abrubtly in the poem", taking the reader away from the end-rhyme. The tone is angry with a note of personal victory for the woman you are portraying: she is saying, "I do not need a man to make my life complete." Try to challenge yourself and take a greater distance by writing in 2nd or 3rd person. As it is now, you have done a great job! Keep writing!
September 26, 2012 at 12:34 PM
Kimberly said…
I love the progression of strength in the poem from "I remain me" to "I love being me" I would love some more senses in the poem, some smells, some sounds, some texture. I believe that the message is strong and can only be stronger with stronger images: what does hot sound like? Thanks for putting this our for us to read
September 26, 2012 at 12:35 PM
Sharon Espeseth said…
I like what you are saying, Tiwa. I too like the buildup from "I remain" to "I love being me." Your writing free verse works well, but I'm wondering about the rhythm of the piece. Some of the lines, especially in the last verse, tend to be cumbersome and lose the rhythm of the piece. Perhaps a better poet than I could give more comment on this.
September 26, 2012 at 12:36 PM
Ted said…
That was was very beautiful and touching, thank you for sharing with us.
September 26, 2012 at 12:36 PM
Tshombye Ware said…
hmmm . a portrait of a self confident individual who chooses to avoid the chatter of negativity.
mingled with a dash of pride and high confidence......and.......

September 26, 2012 at 12:37 PM
Mark Tyler said…
I liked this... as others have said, it has an angry, defiant tone, but not a hateful one. It has a very positive, important message. Thanks for sharing :)
September 26, 2012 at 12:38 PM
Gary Hanson said…
Sorry to be different but I see a girl who is hurting and even though she is pretty much saying love me for who I am, she is wondering why no one does and is very insecure and angry and feels the whole world si against her. Po
September 26, 2012 at 12:38 PM
Sheree said…
Well done!
September 26, 2012 at 12:39 PM
Monika Ribeiro said…
Hi Tiwa,

You made me smile... The poem is a little angry indeed, but I do understand the cry of your heart to be accepted just as you are,
September 26, 2012 at 12:41 PM
Jean Alphin said…
Well Done!!!!
September 26, 2012 at 12:42 PM
Michael Michlein said…
The angry is good. It demonstrates passion and there is place for it. I agree with Engels to experiment writing it from different pod, i.e. 2nd or 3rd person. A while ago I h
listened to a great poetry discussion on NPR. One speaker mentioned the broadening of audience reception by using the third person or even a name to make an example poem less personal and less like a rant. We hear rants all day long and tend to tune them out, to hear, but not truly listen. I love your stuff and where you seem to be going. I want to read more. Please ... continue to share.
September 26, 2012 at 12:43 PM
Lekha said…
Your poem can be from any woman around the world, from any strata in society and that brings the biggest appeal or food for thought. I like the style of the poem and its strength....
September 26, 2012 at 12:43 PM
Bea Litherland said…
It' sounds like a text for a new hit
September 26, 2012 at 12:44 PM
Julia said…
I like the intonation of your poem, it clearly states a 'latent anger' that builds into an expressed anger, but I think you could get to the expressed anger more quickly - please note that I am not an established poet, but a novice one, happy to share some of my words in the future
September 26, 2012 at 12:45 PM
Tiwa Alagbe said…
Hi Robbin...thanks for reading my poem. I do have write in the 2nd and 3rd person (usually 3rd), but those are short stories. Most of my poems just come out in the 1st person...I guess I have to work on that angle. Thanks for your comment!
September 26, 2012 at 12:46 PM
Tiwa Alagbe said…
Thank you Kimberly, I am glad you read the poem and I appreciate your view.
September 26, 2012 at 12:46 PM
Tiwa Alagbe said…
Thank you still Sharon, your comment and view is good enough for me. Thank you again!
September 26, 2012 at 12:47 PM
Tiwa Alagbe said…
I am glad to know that you appreciate it Ted. Thank you

Your inference of the poem is so on point. Thanks for reading Tshombye

And I especially love this line from your piece - Ability Within on your blog "As we grow into who we are, we will realize who’s we are..."
September 26, 2012 at 12:49 PM
Tiwa Alagbe said…
Nothing to be sorry about Gary...the truth is you adequately captured my exact feelings when I penned down this piece...and its nice to know you could see throught to it. However, it was a fleeting emotion
September 26, 2012 at 12:50 PM
Tiwa Alagbe said…
Hi Monika, I read your piece...first I like the title and then I liked the message passed. This line though did not sit well with me, "Yet, although she mastered the art of enticement
She needs a lot more men can give, or have". It felt like there was a tense mix up.
September 26, 2012 at 12:51 PM
Tiwa Alagbe said…
I am really encouraged by your comment Michael, thank you very much. And I will definitely give writing poetry in a different POV a shot.
September 26, 2012 at 12:52 PM
Anonymous said…
I think we need to see the face of our blogger.Your stories and poems stirs up a lot of thots and passion.ur choice of words connects with the reader easily.put up a pic
October 20, 2012 at 10:57 AM
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