WEE IS ME
AUTHOR: SHEILA OCLOO
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The name of my best friend is Me,
She is indeed me. I remember the first time I met her
Me was so oblivious of my presence, she kept talking to herself
as if she was lost in herself
I tried to console Me, but all I heard was silence
And Me kept staring at me, to see me for the real me
What can I do to console Me? How best can I be there for her?
Me realized that she was so full and had so much to give yet
Nobody took the cup she offered
Why don’t you then offer it to me, I will take Me
But Me did not hear me
It will be their greatest loss if they thought Me had a hidden agenda or was an opportunist
They threw away the cup Me offered with painful words that cannot be erased,
to be taken for granted thinking Me’s emotions will always be there
Yet to others she was a fool to love, well never really did she blame them
because none of them have love
O, but how I have known their ways a long time ago with the help of my intuitions
(Who is a stubborn cousin)
So right her predictions have been and never have I doubted her
But what is my cousin saying about Me?
I will try to also offer my cup to Me
Even though I doubt she will take the cup from me
And she did. I now have me and Me
Together we became We, such a perfect time to discover me in a realm called WE
WE IS ME, AND NEVER I HAVE I BEEN ME, ITS NICE TO BE WE WITH me BY ME.
-OFFER YOUR CUP OF LOVE TO YOURSELF!