They Say Poem by James T. Abel Adesitimi

my haters say.......
O they mutter to
the ears of the
winds
when all legs are in
race,
my haters stand
still to say me bad
to the trees of my
soil

they say....
being a poet is not
my way
that I'm just a
craig-fish in the
sea of words

but they don't
know,
neither big nor
small, craig-fish is a
fish

they say.....
I always
questioned my
imagination
-a tale of blind
memories
And also my
imagination is a
stammerer
-to utter words
quickly

but they don't
know,
-sooner or later my
stammering -
imagination
shall murmur 'ba-
ba-ba'

they say.....
my talent has
withered in my
dreams
That I can only lie
in the day
-on the sandy-mat
in sun

but they don't
know,
that like copper-
beech
-that fell on the
sea shore
and later brings
forth brown leaves
I'll rise

they say.....
I'm just an
audience
-to the drama of
life
that I can only
applaud the
characters on the
stage of fame

but they don't
know,
that my Lord is the
author
-of the drama
which they acted;
He shall make me
the protagonist
-because He
knows that my
haters are my
antagonist

my haters, this is
what you've
uttered
abi I lie?