at the mention of happiness
By Hassan Usman
last year saw me looking for exits in my own body
this is how black boys abscond from too much darkness
i learnt that grief is a stubborn grass
it grows where it’s not wanted
so to survive, i sit within a discolored poem
adding echoes to the sounds of hope
but does the world know the sea also suffers thirst?
it’s a new year & at the mention of happiness
i am still unable to command my lips to a smile
everything i give a name is swallowed by silence
i swear i do not know the origin of this anguish
i do not know how to hold grace like an egg
without cracking it
I have faith in heavens to undo the years spent in ruin
but it’s as if God is on a long vacation
it’s as if the angels, too, have settled on land
maybe when i offer myself to a whirlwind
i will find my body shawled around the arms of peace
Hassan Usman, pen-named Billiospeaks, is 2/4 of Next Generational Poets. He studies Counselor Education at the University of Ilorin, Kwara State. He sees poetry as a way of relieving stress and filling up emptiness. His works have appeared in The Shallow Tales Review, Write The World, WattNigeria, and elsewhere. In addition, he enjoys listening to Nigerian street music and exploring the fashion world.
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Rahma O. Jimoh
4/6/2022 02:26:44 pm
The opening line of this poem is a banger on its own. The poet's use of poetic devices like personification, imagery, etc is commendable. The use of language, its fluidity, and each line flowing into the next line is another thing. Lines such as,
7/6/2022 11:53:51 pm
You are a true literati
10/6/2022 07:54:03 pm
Grief is a stubborn grass but happiness does much more good.
13/6/2022 10:25:06 am
Oh wow!! Amazing word constructions. The figures of speech, superb! Kudos sir! However you should work on placing paragraphs when needed and word spacing. But I love your work regardless
13/6/2022 03:16:05 pm
Beautiful. I am all in for the opening statement, the first and second drew me into the poem. Language is such a powerful weapon, and this poet happens to have it's ink splaying at the tip of his pen. Grief is indeed a stubborn grass. Good work!
19/6/2022 04:34:52 pm
This piece really lets you into the mental processes behind the battle against grief. I see it as someone battling to hold on to hope despite how elusive it may be
23/6/2022 05:14:49 am
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