My Dedication Poem by Enikanoselu Seyi

A year of peril,
This moment of annual dinner,
Did I dine with terror,
Did I wine with horror,
For unsuitable mistress.

The year of grief,
Inflicted by a grievous slot,
Through a dubious scene,
To a mad saga,
With rough smoothen dagger.

Fate I thank you,
For climbing the fence of death,
And jumping the pit of calamity,
Hurt heart turns broad heart,
With a chest of a nigger.

Now, I have bathed through the pool,
I have rinsed the dripple fingers,
And bent the sway of awe,
I can smile with soul,
And dance to the tune of freedom.