The Woman By The Cathedral Poem by Adeosun Olamide

My God made me so
That beauty mocks me-
And sweet voices sickens me
He made so
That radiance maddens me-
And alms taunt me
My maker made so

He made so
That smile angers me
And jubilee throbs deep
That playing kids stirs my wound
And happy lovers seem cockroaches
Like maggots teasing throat mine
He made it so

My kind God gave path from woe
He gave knife that sparkles when
And stir my breast to vinegar then
He lures my touch of claws to free
And put me in their shadows to end
That till these masks is worn
And true form made art by will
Each day shall whip me on
And tonight shall take my form
So tomorrow may wake well.