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Daisy Kabiu Poem
The tower dark and cold, a conquest for the brave.
My hands shake, a sign.
The bed unmade, Mother’s throne.
My cheeks lift, freedom.
The jougs bite, a bit looser.
My talons reach for it,
Click. Thud.
The crickets and wind sing, a perfect recipe.
My limbs remember the weight, stillness lingers.
Hunger gnaws where helplessness once slept.
Instincts awaken, survival bound.
"Mother could not keep me bound forever."
The trap is set, candle in the window.
Bread in the oven.
My brave knight, come rescue me.
The song rides the wind, siren slick.
My hair, golden destruction.
A noose spun long.
The pig comes, snorting vows and steel.
Exhausted, he falls, butchered clean.
My hands steady, my stomach full, sleep calls.
The jougs returns, familiar, a crown.
Mother must never know.
For she will do to me.
As I do to the brave.
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Daisy Kabiu Poem
The human race, the most successful dynasty on earth.
Five-foot titans, jaws gaping,
eyes too wide to see their own reflections. Apex predators.
The first to fall were the animals
shadows with breath, their bones paved into myths.
Then the land,
bled dry to raise glass towers,
trees fell disgusted by the massacre.
The human race, the most successful.
The sea followed,
its salt now bitter with betrayal,
Its creatures now plastic swimers pray to sunken gods for mercy.
And the air
oh, the air.
Pierced by metal wings, black poison clouds stitched into the sky like mourning veils.
The human race.
What else was left? They looked at themselves.
A race cracked with greed.
A gaze hollow with hunger.
A smile sharp with the memory of conquest.
The human race, the most deprived.
They had meet their final conquest. Without care,
The human race.
The only predator that eats its own reflection..
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Daisy Kabiu Poem
You were not real.
But I gave you every real part of me.
Stitched you from sighs I didn’t release
and silences that lingered too long.
I traced your face in fogged mirrors,
named you in the ache before sleep.
You kissed me in dreams
but left my lips colder when I woke.
You said all the right things,
because I wrote your dialogue.
Touched me the way I needed,
because I taught you where I hurt.
I know I shouldn’t lean on you the way I do,
But my heart is too fragile,
torn, and the seams don’t fit.
So let me hold you longer,
hug you tighter
because love is safest when it’s pretend.
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Daisy Kabiu Poem
Deluded wants?, by Daisy kabiu
Was it stupid to want something you never had?
Something that can't be touched.
Possessing it was impossible.
Finding it in all its glory
Raw, unfiltered, and all-consuming, impossible.
Something that can only be given.
Sweet and soft.
Shared, but not owned.
You crave it, thirst for it.
But
Do you really want it?
You see what it does to people, blind, corrupt, and drain their souls.
But you tell yourself, those people don't know how to nurture it.
They are weak.
But aren't you the weak one?
Scared to have something that is right in front of you.
Deluding yourself that you have never found it.
Yet it's all around you.
You're not stupid for wanting it.
You're the coward for not taking it.
It's right in front of you.
Accept it.
Copyright © Daisy Kabiu | Year Posted 2025
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