My Dp… This picture tells a story clear Of hope and loss and quiet fear, A smile that's bright, a glance so bold Yet hides a heart that once was cold.
My Dp… You see this face, a sunny gleam But deep inside, a shattered dream, A canvas where the pain does flow Through cracks that only few may know.
My Dp… The profile is dark shiny but shadows lurk Where silent whispers do their work, A perfect shot, a staged delight Yet in the dark, it cries at night.
My Dp… Morethan a year I posted this face, a crafted view, To show the world, but not what's true. Behind this lens, my story's spun, The battles lost, the battles won.
My Dp… I’ve worn this mask, I’ve played the part, But now I seek to heal my heart. No longer trapped in polished air, I’m asking now, does someone care?
Oh! My Dp… My DP shows a smile so wide, But once it hid the tears I cried. It held the weight of what I kept, The wounds I buried while I wept.
My Dp… Though the hurt, I found my grace, In letting go, in finding space. Forgiveness came with time and trust, The pain that cracked began to rust..
My Dp… This photo now, it tells no lies, Of peace, of growth, of healing ties. For what I show, and what I feel, Has merged to something whole and real.
My Dp… I am letting go to find my way, No longer bound to yesterday. In each new frame, a story new, A truth revealed in every hue.
My Dp… DP shifts, the seasons turn, From grief to hope, from hurt to learn. And now I see, with clearer sight, The beauty found beyond the fight.
My Dp… So here I stand, this face, this plot, A journey told, a truth forgot. From pain to joy, from dark to glow, This picture's me, and I now know.
Oh! My Dp… In every click, in every frame, I’ve found my peace, released the shame. This face, this heart, both truly free— My DP’s not just what you see.
So , let this page die too So , I can breathe in two, So , I can tell new stories To new friends especially those like the stars.
Emiliene Atabong