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 Writer's Biography
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.
9 Comments
Esthere
2/6/2022 09:46:41 pm
Hmmm!
Reply
Promise
16/6/2022 08:34:44 am
Hey you!
Reply
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,
Reply
Mokwe Victor
7/6/2022 11:53:51 pm
You are a true literati
Reply
Promise
10/6/2022 07:54:03 pm
Grief is a stubborn grass but happiness does much more good.
Reply
Elyon Jessemiel
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
Reply
Zainab
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!
Reply
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
Reply
Leave a Reply. |
SprinNG Quicklinks
For inquiries regarding publications email:
contact@SprinNG.org and we will respond to you within 48hrs. |