the beautiful one.

what did you choose to hold on to,

when they came to plunder?

was it the joy in your laughter,

the stars in your teary eyes

or the stories in your drumming heart?


Omolara, the beautiful one, when they came to take,

when they came to take,

when they came to uproot,

it seems they took it all.

Did you take a stance or

spread your thighs wide?

Was your fragility a tool for destruction

or an escape to resurrection?


We all stood at a distance watching them,

hack away,

greedily and hungrily,

at your terrain of boxed complexities.


Omolara, to rewa,

tell me,

did it hurt?

did it burn?

did it linger at all?




Author: Iwalewa

Well, I've always had a passion for writing. I would describe myself as a feminist, a womanist and a humanist. Poetry is something I've developed a great passion for. Apart from that, I also spend time reading...although this might make me come about sounding like an introvert, I still like to think of myself as an extrovert! I love making new friends and meeting new people. I hope this blog allows others to share and enjoy my work and hopefully share their views and opinions about various issues :)

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