Poetry from George S.K. Boakai (“Compoze”)

The Poet “Compoze”
To cry is a pill 


Seated alone counting on your losses, sometimes it's better to cry
Cry aloud from the top of your lungs and feel it no more.

It's better to scream, it's better to shout, it's better to yell and set free your whole 
But it's faulty to wear the garments of pains and sorrows under your long going sleeves, grief! it hurts. 

Cry is the filter that flushes out the pains clustered in your heart, causing headache 
And I see grief as a catcher that condenses a bundle of pains inside the heart, causing suffocation, constipation and heartache 

It doesn't tell how weak you are, cry
It doesn't prove that your eyes are filled with tears, no! 
It doesn't tells the world that you're living in fears, no! 

It's a therapy of no cost, and another way of telling  emotional stories, yes!
It tells the world how strong you are, cos weak vessel never cries, yes!

Cry is a pill, you'll get up and move after a cry
It's better to cry 
And I see grief as an ill, it hurts a lot
You must be endowed with heart attacks,
sleeping with grief. 

Tears were meant for crying, cry aloud cry them out, cry like you dare it
Your heart was built for beats and channeling free flow, grief not, cos cry is a free gift. 



About the Author 

My name is George Siaway Karnea Boakai, With a pen and well known name Compoze. 
I was born on April 29 1995 in Ghanta city Nimba County Liberia.
I am a freelancer, a poet, a story teller, a song writer, a singer, a rapper and an aspiring Anthropologist. 
I starting writing since I was a kid, but I recognized that I am a writer in the year 2018.

Poetry is the mirror that I see myself into on a day to day basis, it is the way I tell my millions of stories to the world. 
Poetry is one of the many ways I tell about my County Liberia and its long years of civil unrest to the world, it is the way by which I want to be heard and read about.