olawale famodun

Freshman - 722 Points (Lagos Island)

Transformation - Poem by olawale famodun

My brother will not
Work on another man’s farm again.
My sister will not
Clean the floor of another woman again.
My brother will not
Run errands for anyone again.
My sister will not
Wait on another woman again.
Oh no, not again
Would my sons go to inferior schools
And my daughters
Would not remain at home to learn wasteful crafts.
My brothers and sisters
Will no longer eat remnants.
My sons and daughters
Will stop eating Eba and cow bone instead of fresh meat
You know, my people too
Will wear shirt and tie
And still change to Agbada and Fila.
She will put on Gele as the society does,
And other times put on a cool hat.
My sons and daughters
Will speak many languages
And know many peoples
Who are also to me
Brothers and sisters
And sons and daughters.

Topic(s) of this poem: transformation

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 6, 2015



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