Henrietta Ezegbe
Henrietta Ezegbe Poems
Roots in shifting soil,
A quiet strength in the change —
Flourish in the now.
...
Morning begins with small jurisdictions.
Kettle. Window. Heartbeats.
The soft arithmetic of light
entering a room you arranged
...
I stand as the law
of root and waking earth
spring answers to me
...
Corridors leaned in.
Walls held expectation.
You bent, softened, polished
reflections that were never yours.
...
They whisper "too much."
They murmur "over corrected."
You listen once.
...
She moves through corridors of becoming,
not as a finished shape
but as a question
held in motion,
...
They say she carries herself
like she was born to the room.
As though polish
arrived hereditary.
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The Weight Of Singular
There is a room
where every window
faces inward.
The glass is immaculate.
It reflects
before it reveals.
You enter
with your own weather,
but the room
begins taking measurements.
Not your height.
Your implication.
Someone writes your name
in the margin
beside a chapter
called Progress.
The ink dries
before you've spoken.
Soon
you discover
you are no longer permitted
the luxury
of being singular.
Laughter becomes cultural.
Fatigue becomes political.
Excellence becomes expected.
Error becomes ancestral.
You carry
an invisible pronoun:
we.
It follows every sentence
you never agreed to speak.
The questions change.
Not
What do you think?
But
What does your presence
say about us?
The room
mistakes occupancy
for absolution.
One appointment,
they believe,
can renovate
a foundation.
You are handed
every cracked window
as though visibility
were the same thing
as repair.
There are seasons
when admiration
arrives disguised
as ownership.
They introduce you
before they know you.
Display you
before they understand you.
Quote your existence
as though breathing
were a credential.
You learn
celebration
can also be extraction.
The pedestal
has excellent lighting.
It is still
a narrow place
to stand.
When criticism comes,
it arrives
wearing borrowed certainty.
Small omissions
become philosophy.
Ordinary mistakes
become evidence.
You notice
how quickly
an individual
can become
a referendum.
Some days
you spend more time
correcting interpretations
than making contributions.
The labor
produces no artifact.
No citation.
No promotion.
Only quieter misunderstandings.
You begin
to ration
what belongs to you.
Not because
you have less.
Because too many hands
mistake access
for entitlement.
Your joy
learns discretion.
Your anger
earns a passport
before crossing
its own border.
Even your silence
is audited.
Especially
your silence.
You meet others
who carry
the same invisible grammar.
They nod
with the relief
of translators
finding
their first shared language.
No one says
survive.
No one needs to.
You already recognize
the posture—
the careful economy
of remaining whole
inside a story
determined
to make you symbolic.
Years later,
someone new
walks through the same door.
The room
reaches instinctively
for its measuring tools.
Finds only dust.
Not because
the room
has become just.
But because
enough people
arrived intact
that the architecture
could no longer pretend
it was natural.
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You are not meant to settle for anything less than what fuels your soul. Being rare and magical means recognizing your worth, protecting your energy, and refusing to let mediocre situations or people dim your light. Life becomes richer when you prioritize your own growth, joy, and authenticity. Stay bold, honor your uniqueness, and never apologize for expecting more from the world and yourself. The magic you carry is meant to shine without compromise.
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Henrietta is an awesome writer!