Poetry

To be Immortal

I choose life Not just the continuity of inhaling and exhaling Not the breath of air but the breath of love Not the ability to stand and walk around But the power to engrave a mark on the sand of time So that when I finally leave this terrestrial ball I would still be alive …

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Yejide

Yejide, take a message to my dad Not a note but a verbal message Tell him I do really miss him And I long to see him but I’m not ready Not because I have failed or in shackles But because the raging passion in me has refused to subside making it impossible for me …

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