The more evil you are,
The more the world celebrates you.
If sorry can take away all the pain, shame, and evil.
The world will be beautiful.
But the world is dark, cruel, and sad.

It leaves with no trace of love.
My heart is painted black
Although I tried to wash off the pain
All I wanted, was to see the sky blue again.
How can I be celebrated for evil?
Is that the only way I could have friends?

Life wasn’t supposed to be this hard
It wasn’t supposed to cost us this much.
Love was all we wanted.
Happiness our second name.
But who will clear the cloud?
Who will bring back old memories?
Why has our heart turned to stone?
Could love soften it.

I hate to see the world cruel.
I was born to bring back memories of happiness.
This evil won’t be celebrated.
It would be taken away completely.
Love will be restored.
Happiness at our reach.
Then we will live our lives with hope.

Blossom Obi
Blossom Obi is a writer and a public speaker, from Imo state Oru East LGA, in the eastern part of Nigeria. She was born and raised in the city of Lagos. Writing has always been second nature to her, having written several write-ups, poems, and articles online. She is the author of ‘The Broken Woman’, a series article written to help women who go through challenges from family, health, relationships amongst others, giving them a sense of hope as well as transforming whatever situation they find themselves as they become better versions of themselves. She is also the founder of blossomobiblog.com.ng and the founder of True Women Foundation.