Poetry - Page 2

My lover had a lover and it wasn't me

Love exists in many forms

Omí, just like his name-water, chose to flow.

I'll make myself radiant and beautiful because no one else deserve this but me

God immaterial - A variety of Jesus, adapted to Native Cultures

8:54: I’ll Take My TimeMy life has been bland, with little highs and many lows;Taken with a pinch of sugar and a

And most times we are scared to speak up for fear of rejection for imperfection, the dismay that you might be the

RED RUBIESSometimes I sit and wonder,How soft is my skin?In its dark richness and fullness,How would it break under the weight of

Máami, Baami.Listen to your own child, I plead.Don’t give me away to the hands of Oba Ikú.Máami, From your womb to my

Discomfort   All the world’s a stage – Jacques, As you like it.All unwilling actorsin a play,divine comedyinfernal horror?at whose expense.I imperfectuncomfortablechange