In varieties, different versions,
Different flavours and tastes.
I know my onions and I don't mistake them,
I am a person of various flavours
And I know when to activate each of them
Like I know my name.
I know my onions,
When I step in the shoes of each of them,
It's always like I have grown with it,
When I walk in the shoes of them,
It's like I was made with it,
I walk smartly and move swiftly.
I know my onions,
They are like my dresses,
Fitting perfectly on me,
When I wear them, I look perfect,
Just as perfect as I am,
I know my onions because they are part of who I am.
When next you see me,
Give some respects,
I am no mediocre,
I don't just eat my onions,
I know them too well,
They are part of who I am.
We need to stand up for ourselves because no one else will. We need to build up from the inside because everything on the outside can make us crumble.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today; doctor's order.