Poem 1 by Temitope Onakoya


Poem 1


for you.


on the best of days,

the skies do not fall to the ground

the earth spins slightly off axis

the seas barely hold back their rage.


angels do not watch you sleep anymore

instead they hold vigil at your door

praying to God to ease you of the pain

waving your demons away with lit up swords.


I am not who I used to be

the calm of still waters flow through my veins

cranes lay languidly in my skin

I am the bearer of the burdens of the goddess.


on the worst of days,

we are livid with the rage of our people

you are filled to the brim with tears left unshed

I am left as I am, wandering in the breeze.



Temitope Onakoya



Temitope Onakoya is "a barely there writer finding myself in places I did not know existed." You can follow her on Twitter @Tehmii_






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