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TWENTY THREE By Valarie Okeyo

Twenty three be my lucky marker
This year and the next
I never thought I could live out of my twenty one and twenty two
For every one year  I kept on living in my twenty first for twenty four
Is it okay to want to stick in my twenties
For the thirties are scary but not like the forties
Is it not bad to want not to grow old 
Maybe not
For growing is knowing and knowing leads to precautions
Don't eat that it's bad for your heart
Don't drink that you will kill your kidneys
Don't sniff that you'll damage your lungs
Don't dance like that you'll break your spine
And the cycle continues
To the very last of your numbers
Twenty twenty may be old and full of worries
But are we making merry
My twenty three full of worry
Just like my twenty twenty full of misery
Forgive me twenty twenty I didn't want you broken
Bring us back the merry of twenties

Valarie Okeyo


Valarie Okoyo is twenty three years old Kenyan poet. Alongside poetry, valerie is a Nutritionist and Model and a human rights chamions. She is a great supporter of social justice, she strongly believes that every voice has a purpose and art goes a long way to amplify them.
Vallerie: I write because this is the only way I can speak out my feelings without any filter and be a new me.This is the place I became Kaylee white stone.

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