I LAUGH AT THESE SKINNY GIRLS.





Hey guys, so I am a big fan of poetry, when I was little I literally learned W.B Yeats yes William Butler Yeats "when you are old(1989)"
and ever since then I had fallen in love with poetry, here are some poets and their works, enjoy...

The first poet we have here is TOLU AKINYEMI
alias @poetolu on instagram
website: www.poetolu.com
guys he has written books which has funny titles: 
i laugh at these skinny girls, your father walks like a crab, as well as other lovely poems like the staircase at abbey wood station, the banking hall pervert, your bed could be your greatest enemy think about it, but above all i still love his poem ESI and ADEBOLA best.
he appeals to your sense of imagery,absolutely fantastic writer, some of hes poems are below check it out




Next on the list is OLAWALE IBIYEMI
Alias: jacques_warley on instagram
He's words breath life from your eyes into your soul,his poems have a way of reaching your core and leaves you amazed, he has written poems like: mother earth, breasts, mango, yemoja, pornography, annointing oil, boko haram,cheat, meat, graveyard silence, but i also have my favorite which is mango




Another writer who i love so much is IBIDUNNI DAMILOLA, i love you dammy but your expose is gonna have to come later love.

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