Stella Adaeze Ogwatta Poems

I felt the roughness of the grope,
But the revulsive cringe that should follow deserted me.
Rather, it held me in awe
that protection so much felt like hatred.
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We remember the wails;
Their anguish pierced like nails.
The awful silence that followed those piercing screams
made our eyes turn glassy streams.
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I am dust,
Formed into bones and flesh.
I feel the rush of air
Five feet tall,
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Some days she descends,
Like she's afraid to cause pain.
Yellow hands calmly sprawled on the earth.
Other days, she displays her real colour
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We started this journey,
Souls entwined.
Ripped or all its agony,
and conceived in hope regardless.
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We head for the stables
The place where we strip
Our easily moved hearts
Of pride, bitterness and envy.
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My imagination, an endless well...
Por favor! leave me alone there-to dwell
The spectator might wonder what's behind my muteness,
And what motivates such stillness...
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Sitting,
there seems to be a soft whisper on my cheek.
Kinda softer than the laughter of children chasing tree shadows on Summer evenings,
Their laughter spilling like clean water..
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You know, this is the altar where all the questions rise...
as I make those adjustments:
a little dab, a little fitting,
a long, quiet sigh.
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