You with the hair as dark as charcoal and as stubborn as the tide

Why do you curse your being?

Why do you look in the mirror and spit at your own reflection?

Why do you fill your soul with darkness and discontent?

Why do you hug sadness and welcome dissatisfaction into your heart?

Why do you stay awake all night crying for reasons you don’t know?

You with eyes as bright as day

Why do you store spite within you all the time?

Why do you lock yourself up and wonder which part of your body to cut next?

Why are your words filled with broken glass and needles?

Why are you always so guarded?

Why do you run away from joy and cling to misery?

You with the most beautiful smile

Where did you learn to fill your insides with barbed wire?

Why do you stifle the cries for help coming from deep within your soul?

Why did you let him break you so?

You with the unmatched perfection don’t you know?

Don’t you know you are beautiful

Don’t you know only you can make you happy

Don’t you know happiness is only ours to fight for

Don’t you know the eyes of a lover is never the place to feel beautiful

Don’t you know your pillow is weary of your tears

Don’t you know he isn’t worth it

Don’t you know life only gets better if you will it to

Ireoluwa you have to know.


The Next Life.

The way we were

A toxic mix of passion and emotion

An uncaged explosion of desire

Pushing back and forth

Such dangerous chemistry

Lethal to both of us

One look at you and I knew how I felt

We had our emotions but we couldn’t have it all

Love wasn’t a constant in our variable ridden heist

I asked you if you were happy; you screamed yes

But there was a hesitation, ever so slight but still a hesitation

I knew I had to leave, it was the only way to prove my love for you.

Now, I see your pregnant self with your husband walking down the street

A beautiful little girl by your side and you are oblivious to my presence

I miss those days we shared but I know what happened was for the best

Maybe in our next life we could make it work

Maybe the next time our love will be infinite

Maybe but in this life we could never be

I watch you smile and all I really want to ask you is:

“Are you happy?”; “Are you really happy?”

A part of me hopes you are but the other part hopes not

Because I’m selfish enough to wish you’ll be sad without me.

The Next Life.

Soap and Water.

A bucket and a sponge in her hands
She scrubbed
She knelt on the sidewalk ambitiously
Scrubbing away at the blood of her son

She tried so hard but it didn’t seem enough
“More water” she mumbled
She kept on scratching at the curb with the sponge
“More soap” she said

I looked at her with sadness
I felt her pain
I knelt with her and looked in her face
What could I say?

Her tears joined the mix of water and blood
“More water” she shouted
Her body trembled as she stroked the ground
“More soap” she screamed

No matter how hard she scrubbed
The stain of the blood remained
The blood of her five year old son
It was a stain that would never leave her heart

She gave up and curled on the floor
“More water” she cried
I hugged her in my arms and wept
“More soap” she whimpered

I knew her sorrow
No matter how much she cried
There was never enough
Soap and water.

Soap and Water.