Letter To My Mystery Poem by Oyehan Opeyemi Akinkunmi

And let the truth be told,
my mystery
, and be firm.

Oh! Mystery;
Let's whisper our last goodbyes, in the dew
- when the sun is yet to set;
For the seedling that grows
betwixt us.

Not for myself, or the sickness of my folks,
or the displeasing perfume that
Steadily spread -
The smoke would suffocate me, but I won't let it;

Not the figment of the love-bed,
and
not the choking warmth
Over the beatification of the bond;

Not even the talks of the talkers
or of the barkers,
- the bee leaving its hive
- the leopard off its jungle;

Not you, my mystery but your
Hereness.

I believe in myself, but in the other
I am unsafe;
I have not much
beside
me -
But has my mystery up against me?

You can -
loafe me, my lines
and be
hurt;
My transparent words lay in solid rock;

Clear and plain
is
my soul, towards
My mystery and I.

The earth, stars and moon - all be good
I am not the earth, I am human
With desires
and denials.
I may miss you, as you may
but never be shaken
We were both
mistaken.
Not words, lyrics or dialogues, not customs
or traditions
Nor lectures or instructions;
Even amongst the best
Of kinds,
Only my delight I like, the loin I brought forth.

I have no parodies or pros, I'll wait (for mine.)

Let's bid farewell now that it's dark,
Bury our shame with the
black
out
And fade in the soft breeze,
in our sleep - the tie-in.