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S. Abdulwasi'h Olaitan Poem
BROKEN WINGS
I spread my wings
And feather
But I couldn't fly.
I open my ears
And heart
Yet I couldn't hear.
I open my mouth
And lips
But I couldn't talk.
I close my eyes
Alongside thine sunglasses
Yet I see.
I see my past
And fears
I take to the wood.
My obstacles,
Experiences I espy
I take my leave and the halt.
I'm eager to fly
Yet, my wings are broken.
Copyright © S. Abdulwasi'h Olaitan | Year Posted 2022
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S. Abdulwasi'h Olaitan Poem
-Oft it did happen in the old age
when blacks were not counted fair enough
to entice sterile yellow and white colors
Or if they were, merit hadn't been given to blacks.
_But now it's black beauty's sequet heir
Nature has been kept apace
Underneath our once blued skys
Truly, a sweat beauty hath no name.
Henceforth, my mistress' eyes are pitch-black
Her beauty; a key to sparkling smile,
Her lips were fairly pink and her hair so suited,
they all smark, and no beauty lacks.
love is too young to know what beauty is.
Yet, who knows not beauty is born of love?
Love is unwanted grasses that grows in the
Mind of a novice soul, then bloom rapidly.
Copyright © S. Abdulwasi'h Olaitan | Year Posted 2023
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S. Abdulwasi'h Olaitan Poem
A CHILD WITHIN
What you see in me
Is absolutely what I am.
In me; there's a man yet a child
An outer-man; I am, but
a child within.
Seeing a little demon
Yeah, I'm full of images
Somewhat blury- and
A bigger jack you might think of me
Both are adjectives yet nouns
you've got a perfect illusions so.
In me; there are voices
Cruel and balmy
They sometimes don't
portray me but
They are me and
I'm them.
Copyright © S. Abdulwasi'h Olaitan | Year Posted 2023
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