A Poem by Ayomide ‘Wes Oriolowo If you look closely in my mouth
You will see flowers Come closer, look closely, They are dead. Dig your hand in my throat Find my voice / this might be me calling for help / Careful – you are there for me Don’t lose yourself. It might seem fa-mi-li-ar You might like it there That’s fine. I do too / sometimes. / Death is just another way of breathing / when you are broken You can fit in new spaces. / Tell me something, Don’t you feel it on your tongue when we kiss? That taste of dark soil Do you spit it out? That’s fine; I do too / sometimes. / Now you see why I don’t wear clothes Why I tend to be found Only in dark corners What is the power of the Sun on a darkness That only houses itself in the body.
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Joseph Hope
1/11/2021 10:29:08 am
How do you tell people you are freezing under the sun?
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22/11/2021 03:01:56 pm
Beautiful how you communicated brilliantly what most humans are going through. In most cases, death seems to be a better option to many from escaping unbearable moments.
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Zion Olatunji
23/11/2021 09:17:18 am
This poem made me cry!
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