They Ask Me Why... Poem by Owoeye Taiwo Bisola

They Ask Me Why...

They ask me why I constantly recoil to my shell leaving behind a timorous trail,
They ask me whether love was a foe, an enemy I would never again forgive,
They ask me whether I'm cool or I just wrap my craziness in a corner of my heart,
I know not whether to scream or smile, I know not whether to open the pages of my story or my book.

I know not whether to grunt or grin, for their queer questions bore holes in my heart,
They ask me questions that hits hard like a rubgy ball, leaving on my body bruises,
They ask me to open my mouth wide and words would spurt out like lyrical songs,
They ask me questions of which answers I know better than to uncover their vessels of truths.

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POET: OWOEYE TAIWO BISOLA