Who are you? What we really are, By race, gender, family, economic level, work... If I put away all these label, tags, the real me, (you); that's the "I" still stands. And that's what...

Some say she's a tall black woman with curves that will throw you into a dizzy haze Others say she is fair skinned and lanky with a charm so strong you wouldn't dare look into her eyes Even thoug...

Hip hip hip hip Not by lip to heap a hype Is it a Hippo? It's looking out, to pip and to rip the field of the yield. To glean it clean. A big Hippo, Like a heap upon which to reap, Lest, we go weep...

How hauntingly beautiful it is to hold scars– What a privilege to have, If I hold your hand and it bleeds in mine, the best I can do is cover them, and you, watch them and together care for them...

I picked up the pen intentionally and wrote, “Those in power are those in control, and we have to be controlled,before we can control” Which means,we have to work tirelessly under someone before w...

An old piece written a long time ago, reflecting the effect of anger #poetry #rage #anger #poetrychapbook #heritagewrites

Physics has replaced God with constant (the Unknown, Infinity) which is changeless, timeles, ageless. A particle approaching (towards) infinity, the unknown... a region where it can neither be seen, ...

Great inspiring please, Show me a way. Lead me ahead. So I can go on. Sweet and bitter is life. So I pray now for - More years to come. Old and suffers. As we want live. To do right. The ...

God the visible invisible. God the invisible visible. He is visibly invisible; seen yet, we can't see Him. He is invisibly visible; unseen yet, is seen. In everything yet, in no a thing; nothing. Is...

CRUEL CHANGE Hollow body, a shell sculpted by hands that never asked permission. My skull — a vault of blood, not thought, not dreams, just circulation, just survival. The heart? It pumps, yes. But...

#poetry the way to the grave rough and tough is the road to the sky, where splinters lie to sting pilgrims soles. crimson are the eyes and feet which ply it. . rough and tough is the road to the...

#poetry We are vessels, fragile clay, fractured by the weight of days. Lines of sorrow split our skin, yet still, we find the strength within. You hold me close, my breaking frame, and whisper soft,...

#poetry limbo at the snapt of the silver cord. at the parting of the clay and soul, whence goest the spirit, whence goest the shadow? is it limbo? . in limbo, i heard there's no time to stand ak...

What we really are, The real "I", comes from within Thus, that which comes from within us (me, you), Comes from the very centre within (the seat of the soul). And that's the real "I" (you). ...

The past is vague. Everything is rogue. Today is confusing. Tomorrow is coming. Hope is calling. Discipline is knocking. To reach for wisdom. To work for dominion. Shine the light. For the ri...

#poetry Expression Behind Lonely Girl Lonely Girl is the beginning of my voice. It carries the echo of pain that shaped me, but also the truth that God never left me. I wrote it from a place where si...

#poetry only few now i see, life is not straight, yet, it cannot be, no matter how hard you cry or try, and mortals have mastered to duck. . those who walk it straight get there late, and tho...

#poetry the road to my heart the road to my heart is even. to every admirer a ride is given. . no hitch or ditch. no snitch can have a place for a shadow to pitch. . no crook or nook. come quickly...

Two queens at the table, Two queens, friends, companions, bonded by the weight of kingdoms on their shoulders, especially in a world carved for men. Queen Moremi of Ilé-Ifè. Queen Amina of Zazzau....

She is not as old as she looks. And no one sees her age. Being enslaved and oppressed. Poor health has endangered. Only to feel the world around, has nothing on her. Her span may be pretty fine....