The Misfit Poem by Yewande Adedokun

The Misfit

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Tradition dragged me in
Into a wall of box, dark and lonely for me only
I screamed, scratched on the door, all I see is dark
Dark marked with walls

I banged on the door, asking why me?
It says, you are not usual, you need to learn
I say to it, show me what is normal
And it opens up a small window for me to look out
I see men do usual, playing in the sun and wailing in the rain

I want to leave this place where I am
Yet, I do not want to go out there
I feel out of place, why be created in the first place?

Out of nothing to do, I opened up a flesh on my side
For a minute, I thought, I will bleed and die
The pain was out of this world
But to my surprise, a light shines through me that almost blinded me
What am I made of?
I was told I have blood running through veins
But I see not, all that tradition say.

Pure bliss inside of me, I will say I never knew
I begin to open up more to this new discovery
And I got to the core and fell in love with God, I began to feel myself disappear outwardly. I could tell I was leaving
So, I hurried to leave this letter for tradition
When it feels I have learned enough
And decides to open the door
I will be gone, it will see me there, but will know it has lost me forever.

The Misfit
Thursday, September 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: tradition
Chinedu Dike 19 September 2019

An insightful creation well conceived and nicely crafted in persuasive poetic expressions with artistic brilliance. A beautiful poem indeed.

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Kingsley Egbukole 19 September 2019

Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing. Kingsley Egbukole

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