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Quadri Oyerinde Poem
Butter Girl
Hey butter girl! You’re barmy in here there.
By that; in my pretty, little brown-heart;
Black boy’s heart. Or brown if you will!
Succumbed by taunting heat, how come you’re taunt ?
If you could do as much as help her out?
How can this gush of passion be not rife?
Why can’t I? Why can’t I? I asked myself.
So often lots bemoan, the fervent lads
Wed not cute lassies, they not being chaste.
This maze, This hassle
I squiggled, I tamed
In sooth, the tamed was me. What can be done?
It wearies me, it wearies lots, the kind
Of lass that cheers the heart and makes it skip;
You see them go with all tom, dick and harry.
Unvirginal the lots of them, not all,
Though many. Makes you Squeamish, makes you sad.
That’s it, that’s life, that’s what’s become of it.
I always thought how being fair could make
Nigerian girls thus cocky, thinks herself
‘MISS UNIVERSE!’ but no offence. I’m right.
You know I’m right, think deep you’ll see how right.
You wish to show some skin, for spotless they’re!
You jolt them men, them boys, at all of jolt
Come randy from the crisp-butter long-legs.
When you are old and grey and full of crease.
And ironing out, not easy, as you wont.
Take down this book and reminisce on old.
Believe me ma’am, had you such venture forth
And get a little closer to thy God;
Past what you’re doing now, you’ll garner Grace!
Bethink the world to come for this you see.
Is not eternal, its ephemeral.
Its your one and only test to Bliss!
And hold the world as the world, beautiful.
A stage where every man must play a part.
And if by chance you’re not a butter girl;
But tan, or brown or black; bethink. Je t’aime!
Glossary
Butter girl- yellow girl
Miss universe- the most beautiful women in the world
Nigerian girls- African girls (Nigerian represents the whole black African world because she’s the most populous and NIGERIA rhythms better in my poem)
Jolt- shock
Butter- yellow
Crease- wrinkles
Wont- used to do
Bliss – paradise (to achieve jannah)
Je t’aime – I love you (FRENCH)
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Fear is a sickness
Yet fear is good-It
Crawls into the hearts
Of those who draw it.
Fear is the brother
And Hope is the sister
They love each other
And they walk together.
They have another sister
Whom they call despair
Hope and despair
Don’t walk together
Wherever went Fear
He went with either
By either;
The one whom the owner
Of the land will partner.
Fear comes first
And the owner decides
Which will be adjacent
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I am a distant Island
At the far end of the land
You revere its cold breeze in the day
And long for its warmth at night
So far away, you could only imagine
You know its origin and its potential
As it knows yours
This Island thinks;
It thinks of you in the day, at night and every time between
And wants that of you too.
Engulf yourself in its awe
And long for it forever
A longing of Love
The sea beneath its feet
Thus sways its sands, its leg around
Its needs you with him
To help stand firm
Lest it’s exhume by the ocean
This sea is shy;
It is shy of your empathetic heart
It is shy of your conviction,
your radiant face, your endowments.
It knows not how not to offend you
Nor how to transpose love upon you
or how to please you.
Do come guide this island
For it needs you by its side to withstand the ocean currents
It needs you that you become another Island beside
That you create with him other Islands
And hold more firmly against the ocean
It needs you
That you help it
In obeying its Lord,
God,Allah
Together you enter the Eternal bliss
Of thine Lord Allah in Jannah.
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More than the catbird hate the cat.
More than sunshine hates the night.
That day, I hated you more.
I went; she's crazy to think love above Allah.
I was this close from catcalling you.
I'm glad what reserved a man I am.
It is no cliché that I like you to the moon and back.
It is no cliché, your perception of Islam takes me aback.
It's pushed me back twice now.
It's made me so mad at you I said;
What a Nutcase!
This Buttergirl !
Can't serve God coz she's pretty?
There are many buttergirls, pious.
But nay ! We ain't the same.
And I have seen you progress over the years, my luv!
"You said Love is the ultimate overcomer "
Or I put your words as that!
It made me wonder.
But then, it occurred to me *Love does wonder!*
Your face is partly mine online Butter-girl!
Your cheeks are fresh corrants!
Crisp as apple!
Glim like the star!
Lovely!
The crease on your neck are perilous to the eyesight than the Green Laser.
Killing!
Your smiles shocks the heart than a defibrillator.
Poignant!
You are sunshine!
Yeah!
That's cliché!
I love you so damn much it literally hurts.
Heartily,
I'd love to say !
Who says you can't be mine no more?
Rubbish!
And if I am forever friendzoned, fantastic!
If you know me well, you know am not this vulnerable...
At least not used to it, not used to being so open emotionally, but ever sweet and romantic anyway !
I'll gladly be friend zoned by you now but think me not far away!
Not so far away my stream swims into your heart every day.
Or your wind blow my heart every hour.
You know, I know, you can't deny this rush!
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For my life scintilates like a spark on a spike.
I cohort but myself with a dud and got stuck.
Wanna grow and I am but’s so hard t’elicit.
And my mind is not lucid and trucked is my thought.
I managed but manage works not, it could though;
But being grounded in knowledge is kneading a dough.
And attaining a skill is as melting a gold.
You drill down and put down all to save for the cold.
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Those apples you call cheeks are as fresh as a currant, grapefruit!
Wanna eat them my luv! For they're chubby and sweet!
The crease on your neck is a line on blue-sky.
It squints for a smooch which my lips can't deny.
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Between heaven and earth is so much more.
You and I are for instance, but before.
There is, we were; of two above will be;
The imprint of who will be you and me.
The glow of moon is not but with the sun.
The beautiful blue cloud shines from the sun.
You and I are meant to be just thus.
Gleam in warmth and heart for God, foetus
which turns a young teenager, taqi; pious.
Allah! The source of joy, grace shall grant us.
The silent awe and fondness in us sounds.
Our deepest selves; profound, hard to renounce.
Hence our collab...
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