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Olufunke Ayeni Poem
I see me in every little scared child
Littler than even the smallest of her peers
Voiceless outside, screaming inside
Taking solace in a closed space with a dozen imagined friends
I see me in every defiant teenager
Beautiful, smart yet full of lies and seductive tricks
She knows no better
The awed uncles are just wolves waiting to tear her apart
I see me in a distressed youth
Unwanted baby in hand, no man to pat her back
Now she knows better
A smile too many leads down a dark path to disruption
I see me now a woman with a vantage view
Able to sift the shaft out and tell rubies from ruffles
Through pain strength is born
Robe cladding, teeth shining, accolades shimmering, claps roaring
Copyright © Olufunke Ayeni | Year Posted 2019
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Olufunke Ayeni Poem
I remember the hospital bed
Cold, unforgiving as it was
With tubes stretching out like an octopus
Holding life ransom or saving it
The room and walls too
Painted white, the color of death
As opposed to the black we all seem to venerate
White slyly snatches the mantle
White walls, white funeral shrouds, white clouds to heaven
The waiting room should be dreaded most
Filled with guests, praying ones
What prayer they tell we cannot tell
Feet rustling, nurses hushing, doctors “sans joie”
Oh, how I hate the hospital.
Yet I think of how many have saved my life.
Copyright © Olufunke Ayeni | Year Posted 2019
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