Reflex Ion
The breath of the withered plant risen my head
Eye -shot dark, dark, in the cloud
I heard my name on lips of achievers
Tossing, tossing my way
On my woven mat with homer
Patting, patting my back
I have arrive among others
The name display its foliage
Son of man sat on the throne of thought
Dazzling, dazzling with words
Back in thought I'm naked among others
Seen as a eggshell in a black man's world
With smiling face I lift to the sky
Have seen what tomorrow holds for me.
Copyright © Igbalajobi Olasunkanmi | Year Posted 2005
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