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Eniola Ogunyanwo Poem
shadows
”When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.”
—Lauren Eden, The Lioness Awakens
i was raised by the dark—
mother taught me to swallow
the unsaid. my tongue split
on edges, learned to sip honey
from blades.
shadows don’t starve.
they chew the unspoken:
hiss of struck matches,
salt of a wound,
a fist clenching grief
like a prayer.
i wear my scars as cutlery.
each night, i set the table
with my father’s silence,
my mother’s marrowless bones.
i eat what the light abandons.
i drink what it fears.
Copyright © Eniola Ogunyanwo | Year Posted 2025
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Eniola Ogunyanwo Poem
She Was Once a Girl
Long before you and I came to be, she was
that innocent girl you see.
Running barefoot around the house,
laughing as she played outdoor games with friends.
Not Mama, not Madam, not Yes, ma.
Just a girl.
Her dreams weren’t wrapped in wrappers,
but were as wide as the sky above.
She wanted to sing, to dance,
to listen to stories told by her grandma,
to see the world beyond the line where the ocean meets the sky.
Now you call her Mummy.
Now you only see the woman stirring pots,
hands rough from washing,
heart carrying countless heartbreaks.
But haven’t you noticed?
Her feet still tap,
her shoulders still remember the dance steps
when her favorite song comes on.
She’s still a girl just bigger.
Though life has buried her under names,
under duties, under expectations,
that girl is still there.
Living in fragments you might miss
unless you dare to look twice.
She’s still the one scared of being alone,
but
she hears when she pleads: Stay.
Ogunyanwo Eniola ( gt-unbridled)
Copyright © Eniola Ogunyanwo | Year Posted 2025
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Eniola Ogunyanwo Poem
Tonight
Tonight, the road’s gone quiet.
The world sleeps, the night watch takes over.
My bed is warm, my fan hums just right.
The weather’s been cool lately.
I know this
never again will we see this particular time frame,
a corridor that disappears with every step taken.
So I pause to take it all in
in gratitude, in skepticism,
all these I see.
Oh, how fleeting our moments are.
To grow is to die,
and I do that daily.
Copyright © Eniola Ogunyanwo | Year Posted 2025
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Eniola Ogunyanwo Poem
Here’s to the ones we’ll never see…
Your demise gets summarized into goodbyes and memories
But its not as simple as that
Time could never encompass the essence of your being
Words at its peak could never articulate you
Your bag-skin lay unmoving, rotting
But out of it came a voice never to be heard
Your eyes hosts no light now
Your smile gone, your uniqueness gone
And like I said… words could never do justice
Same with how insurmountable this pain will be
And while i wait for our next meeting
You’d be missed everyday
A vacancy never to be filled
Copyright © Eniola Ogunyanwo | Year Posted 2026
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