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Best Poems Written by Oletu Maano Shikomba

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To the Lady I Will Be

To The Lady I Will Be

You're going to look at me and think
"What in the world were you thinking"
But best believe at the time it seemed right
Loving so hard and holding on tight

You're going to look back and wonder
"Why didn't you do this instead"
But trust me, the repercussions would've been outstanding
You know, for being a clown at every instance

You're going to be high valued damaged good
Pretty ironic, isn't it?
That's because you will always contradict yourself
Always wanting what's best for them, never for you
Yet cry and hopelessly yearn for the favour to be returned

You're going to be an artist
Not of pen and paper
But of flesh and bones
And your wrists will be your gallery

You're going to be so broken, future self
I'll not sugar-coat and sweeten the lemon
But you're also going to be loving
Broadcasting the pure heart you tried to hide from what you thought was venom

You're going to find someone you won't hurt
Someone who will know you for every piece
You're going to be loved a million times
For that's the number of all your cries

You're going to fall in love one last time
And you will feel alive for being in the lime
From each of your broken pieces
True happiness will overflow with peace

Dear future self, our past and present were disasters of nature
Or probably of our own doings
We do reap what we sow, after all..
But then again, we own no field and have no show

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Crippled

 Crippled 


You think too much on something and the only thing you'll see forth, is all the negativity
You look at yourself too long and you begin to see all your flaws
Lol, forget the beauty within, she is a dying beast
Repressed by sedatives of incompleteness
By suppression of unworthiness
And in the midst of idiocy, one finds her broken heart
Left on the side road with no future, no bidding, merely mercy
She lets her infamous mind draw upon a cage for retreat
In the distance she hears the echoes of her past
Taunting her, making sure she feeds on the errors of her past
She is graced majestically with talent to let it die
She lets her pen do all the drawing, all the signing
Her wrist is inked up in all that her sane self cannot accept
For she lives in a age that suppresses her demons
Yet allows her actions just
In an era she wish not to be but cannot escape
For no matter the number of times she's worked breathing no more
She seems mortal to always survive
Time is like poison for it reminds her of her very failures
Her incapability to serve, to love or think right
A constant reminder that life as she knows it
Will never alter for her suiting
She is a villain in every story and will always be crippled

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Stranger Danger

I like that we’re strangers 
That our late night intimate fights
Are actually just late nights of random conversations with a random stranger 
The internet came with a whole lot of bad but surely the beauty of an online friend was above it

I like that we’re strangers 
That I can talk to you on end
Or maybe after the three day cycle ends
And I’m finally free again
That we pick up on our conversation with so much ease it feels like I’ve known you for years 

I like that we’re strangers, that I hear you laugh and think “wow”
Know that even if nobody else around me thought I made sense, somehow you, the stranger from the internet fully understands me

I like that we’re strangers, I wish not for you to know more
You know me so intimately yet know absolutely nothing about me
I like that we’re strangers, this version is exactly who I never want to tarnish in your eyes
Please, let’s stay strangers

Let the depth of your knowledge be so shallow that it allows you to drown ankle high because of the intensity of what you know about me.

Dear Stranger, I love you with a passion and yet I wish you never learn my name
My our true lives never collide so I can always cherish the memory of who I believe you are

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Dear Depression

It would be nice, you know if you gave me a reason for your visits
Sometimes you pop in so randomly, like an outbreak of a deadly disease 
I sometimes wonder where you picked up this boldness
This confidence to barge into someone’s mind without shame
Then remember, that it is I, master of hoarding that once let you in

I have kept your memory for so long, you need only twist before resurfacing 
I have kept tabs on your whys and hows that I know you, a familiar face
I may forget your why’s because truly, you have no reason why
But your hows linger in my mind like muscle memory

I see you creep in with dirty clothes, 
Let the room lay in eggshells of a mess
Let the late nights of long prayers turn into short nights of “God, please hear the groans of my heart” 

I see the way you walk, stealthy, like a thief in the night
The way you smooth talk the suppressed anger and pain 
You whisper sweet nothings in my ears
“How worthless could you possibly be?” and my most favorite “you should’ve died on that first try”

But still, it would be nice, you know, if you gave me a heads up
Of the next time you want to come by, maybe then I’ll be more prepared 
I’ll do laundry beforehand 
Maybe cook a meal or 5 for days where I can’t stand 
Maybe, hear your words and take them with a grain of salt 
But who am I kidding?
I will always listen to you and you will never announce your arrival