Adaora Asoegwu - Wordsmiths

This piece comes from a poet on the right side of cocky. In this almost comic piece her talents run free across the page.

Showing the skills she proudly speaks of. It is truly inspired. This up and comer will be featured again.

“Pounding their hands against their chests “We are better wordsmiths,” 
And I concealingly laugh at their delusions of grandeur 
Praythe I do hope their self-potrayed myths 
Do not cause them harm or irreversible hinder, 
From their true but far lesser potentials 

In possession of Shakespeare’s quill and Marlowe’s scroll 
Indeed, I proudly admit I am the masters’ apprentice, 
Or better still their descendant, or possibly their soul, 
How is it that I’d write and not manufacture a piece, 
Worthy of exaltation and impeccable credentials? 

Ask the blacksmith ‘Are these golden words u see?” 
And he would affirm it is gold like never before, 
With gold this valuable, shan’t you all decree 
That I am the purple blood of poetry, and what’s even more, 
I am the incomparable greatest, so others are non-essential” 

Alas! I humbly with my pen and my paper, 
Will write about things that matter, 
About things that soothe the soul 
Because what else is greater, 
Than Laughter, Music and Love? 
And more greater than the latter 

So, I may not have Billy’s quill or Chris’ scrolls 
Nor even their century aged souls 
But what I have, more special than those 
Is the God-given talent of poetry and prose.