Adesitimi Taiwo
'Autobiography' little about me.
'Autobiography' little about me.
Whenever I recall my infant years
Which I spent on dumping
grounds
When daddy stabbed mum's heart
-with an unhonored divorce
In those sunny days
Before i began to cling on adult's
wings
'I laughed then I cried'
Just to give the earth-What it
demands
I tossed around with my red pant
In a circular direction
Under the roof of the frigthened
sun
There I was, to feel the innocent
world
My mum cried and cried,
All because her heart was left
uncovered
O I must cry too,
Because her breast was dried in
suffering
When our kinsmen reject us
Mosquitoes came in the night
To give us a bitter sound of relief
Then Suffering comforted us with
his hunger
What goes into our mouths
-Never passes through our anus
because our bellies were not
satisfied
Let me pause a while and mourn
my twin-sister
Our rivers both flooded the same
stream
But she has now diverged to the
sea i never taste
Kehinde! when would i see thy
face again?
Here also, to die, is better than to
live
When would lightning flash and
-take the photograph of our
wearied souls
To the throne of mercy
To start again our world in
sweetness
My people!
Daddy is back again from the lake
of lust
To cover my mum's heart with
urgent harmony
Should we receive him again
-or reject his offer?
Because now our hearts are filled
with sugar.
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Seing is believing
he has changed! ! !
Mom believes him now
good question has he changed his ways? ? ..and does your mom believe him? ? ? ..excellent poem.. :)