We Are What We Are Poem by Micheal Bello

Have you ever watch from a high Or a peak of a mountain
Watching the sea foam and swipe
Folds and sly
Current wiggle
Roars with forces

Have you ever realise how much you hold with you.
The landscape of the greens, shells Throngs of men giggling
Chattering and laughing.
The sea water flushing through the nape of their feet.
Those wearing bikinis—
Others in strapless apparel.
The mud fraying in the air—
A caramel, golden trickle eye fetching through the crowd.
'Mooma..' her feet stuckeded
Pushed in her embrace
'Am here, lad.' smile crept on her lips.
Memories awaken.

Now,
Imagine been attacked
In the middle of the night—
When the half moon
Hide behind the cloud cloak. Masked men feasting the darkness
Careful steps
Cautious movement for the preys. Whoever come for pranks shriek
With soft pant.
Hadn't been they puff it out
Shove their passion hard glaring. Would they felt suffocated
Otherwise, tormented.

At the light, every one have the episodes they are lashing through. You can awake humanity sense of honor.
Goods stolen, life left
In the Cleavage of death.
Has it redeem you.
You are hunted by your own shadow—your past.


He made bricks
From the brim of last idea.
Veins haywired
like a useless wire knotted
Sweated waters washed
From stress swim —
it isn't easy to break off
Bonds of uncertainty and Confusion.
You can mar or blow.
Only you can give the right direction to your hallmark.



PS: It is important to consider every one as ourselves



By Bello Micheal

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About the Author

Bello Micheal hail from Ondo State. He started his writing at a teenage age. He has written many works— most hadn't been published. Find him, within Music and art— an enthusiastic lover of both.