I Am Not Intimidated Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

I am not intimidated by your muscle of notes or coins;
Nor by your muscle of estates
I am not intimidated by your muscle in kitchen and table; in mouth or in pulse,
I am intimidated by that little Ikena Ogbonna, who is a dirty boy because he could not afford soap and water to clean up.

I am not intimidated by your muscle in four-walls, nor by your muscle in high-table; nor by your muscle in arsenal,
I am intimidated by that little Osaro Ogbeide; whose school uniform short is mark with two bull's eye in behind, and who has no one to look unto for a renew.

I am not intimidated by your muscle in holy grounds; nor by your muscle at points; I am intimidated by that little Wali Musa, who is hungry to see the four walls and tap from it, but cannot because no one cares.

I am intimidated by that little Bukola Elemide whose stomach is as flat as a loaf of bread match by forty-four trucks, because the harvest is plenty but the sowers were robbed.

I am intimidated by that little Effiong Nseabasi who can be on top of the world, but have no ground to stand on.

I am intimidated by that little Ejiro Efe,
Who could not live a life, because her parents are poor.

I am intimidated by that little Teso Idibia,
Whose only roof is the sky
And the open air, his comfort

I am intimidated by that little boy and girl, who are in chains and manacles of western madness.
I am intimidated, because I am born to help and save, yet I sit arms folded.
I am ashamed.