To Thee Poem by Adeosun Olamide

You, yes you, here- in the dark, silent,
I see you, yes you, I can hear you
I know this language, this silence- language
Unburden yourself, come closer,
You have heard God, not folly,
Truly follow- calm this qualm, calm!
God made us, filth, he made- for you,
So may live a life, a purpose,
Ah, for you, God made us filth
So may see your love, your charity
Come, hold us, hug us, -warm us
Though, made of rags, foul, ugly
We are not, this, the flesh, the façade
They settled upon us, the mud
We are sentient, peel, off! -outer layer
The soft to thrive, the robes do fit
Come, hold us, and help us breathe
The oblivion, the rustiness- comes to us
Ah, calm this qualm, calm!
We are not losers -not greedy
We are not ugly, not indolent- not vain
We bear scars, not violent scars,
We help each other see, speak
Here is, her eyes in mine-seeing through
We are made of thorns, spikes-
We are not this, this weed_
We are the earth- come, trample
With your seeds,
We can _thrive roses, daffodils too
Ah, our stench has slain you
Ah, the thorns run through you
Ah, heaven has you!
-There in the light, the merry