Nigeria…poor, fragile
You were but a delicate soul from inception
With seams so weak, they come unravelled
By a mere glance, at your delicate joinings.

Nigeria…Raped, brutalised, and violated
By custodians and strangers alike
You are but a shell of yourself
Your very essence squeezed out
By callused paws of the perverse
You’ve been thrown into bed with

Nigeria…envy of distant lands
Endowed with all the right curves
You make kings drool
And Queens scheme for a piece of you
So they made you bleed
For your blood is gold to them
And they, self-absorbed
Forget that it is your very life

Delicate though you are
Yet you challenge the proverbial cat
For you have lived more than nine lives
And squeeze though they may
You live on still
With hope that one day
Your blood will no longer be gold

Then…maybe, just maybe
This seemingly eternal rape will stop
And your spirit will return
For it has detached itself
From this pain of a life
Leaving u but a shell of yourself
Tywo ’16 (The pains of the Nigerian State)

You have an good theme here, with many valid points passionately expressed. I think the 'work' needs a severe tightening up to strong, effective diction. While 'callused paws of the perverse' sounds really good, it goes no-where with the over-used metaphor and awkward grammar of the next line. Edit all your lines down brutally, pitching off every non-essential word, and then use the remaining vocabulary to construct ideas highly impactive, to yourself and to the reader.

Practise vigilant word selection for most effectiveness. And remember that poetry does not demand rigid grammatical structure. Feel the freedom. Use a thesaurus!!! Best tool in the business.

Above all, keep writing. I think it's in your blood.

Dope hell of a poem, wowowow i wish i could write like that too.