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Chelsea Chinweokwu Poem
Held as captives in a ship
Chains binding us together
Hunger, but we could not starve
Tears but we could not cry.
We were warriors of our land
Children of the soil
May the gods forbid that our ancestors would look us in shame.
And so together,
We ambushed our captors
And sank the ship
It was better to die
Than be slaves in a foreign land.
Copyright © Chelsea Chinweokwu | Year Posted 2025
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Chelsea Chinweokwu Poem
The soup kitchen wasn't far from home
Or school
After school was dismissed I would run down to mama's soup kitchen
And have a bowl of soup and chicken legs all to myself
Mama said I was too small for wings or laps
Years have passed since I saw mama
I work in a local restaurant now
Sometimes even at my late twenties
I wished to taste that soup again
And eat those chicken legs
But mama was six feet gone below the earth.
So I left for home on a weekend
But the soup kitchen was no longer there.
There stood a local church and people singing
Where mama once owned a kitchen.
So I turned back and went home.
Copyright © Chelsea Chinweokwu | Year Posted 2025
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Chelsea Chinweokwu Poem
The only time I was ever happy
Was when we,
Grandma and I sang songs of old times
It made me feel so safe and yes,
I believed nothing could take the pleasure away.
But one night,
On a very cold night
Her body lay as white as a corpse
Yes
That was what it was
She was covered by deaths cold wings
Protected from ever breathing life again
And just like that those memories were lost
Because death's wings took her away.
Copyright © Chelsea Chinweokwu | Year Posted 2025
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