Hanging Trophies On These Walls Poem by Stephen Omolori

Scared of heights
Like wingless birds of flights.
Love may fail me
And trust on a daily
Falls away
Like a dead stowaway.
I trusted men,
Called them 'brethren';
But they want my head
On a platter of red.
I wore religion,
Spoke to a legion
Of Calpurniac armies,
Only to stand alone at the Grammies.

At least I won
When my soul told me to run.
I hung my trophies on the wall,
Reminding me of standing tall.
These walls knew my fears,
Especially in my wandering years.
I've known my own strength,
Mastered opposition from every length.