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Sinmisola Akande Poem
Mine is but a sad tale
Cut off and rendered pale
Taken down for better things
But important , indeed I am
Few are we who stand still
Fewer are we who hope to stand
And fewest of all,
I am.
Extinct and gone,
My fate shall not be
To face destruction, I shall rise
Armed with experience, I will not falter.
And so, Alive ! I long to be.
Copyright © Sinmisola Akande | Year Posted 2023
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Sinmisola Akande Poem
Sitting here in this dark room
Here we're all darkness rules
There over by the shoe rack
Is the reality clear and stark
That I will never be loved
Nor will I be gentle as a dove
I've lost my book through and my father's wife
There is no compassion present in my life
I am forever maltreated fearlessly
And hate rules my life dominantly
This building cannot be called a home
And mine is forever a hopeless dome
And now I am forever helpless
Never to be loved for I am loveless
Copyright © Sinmisola Akande | Year Posted 2023
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Sinmisola Akande Poem
Oh black woman
Your ebony dark skin is a rival to other tribes
Your face, defined and jealousy protected like a pirates treasure
Your skin, scented with perfume like no other
Oh black woman
Men fall drooling when you away your hips to the drums
Or when you walk carrying water from the steam
Your smile is as captivating as the sunset
Oh black woman
The sun itself stirs jealousy of your shining white teeth
The moon acknowledges your beauty
You were made by God with captivating patience
Oh black woman
all those who said eyes on you say that truly you are fearfully and wonderfully made.
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Sinmisola Akande Poem
screams and tears on a starry night
a child is born, a woman of light
celebration for she is a blessing
given to the world to teach a lesson
innocent and pure she is
obedience and love she breathes
loved by the almighty himself
from her predecessors the savior himself
Some seek to cast her down
others seek to tear her gown
A garment of pride and confidence
They aim to make her like her precedents
immortal she is not
Sometimes life gets hot
invisibility is not hers
Silence in lots of jars
She sees the time to be seen
and hears the time to be heard
She will not walk by you
without a second glance like the color blue
Her confidence is contagious
It makes some others delirious
She wakes up in the morning
and the devil is mourning
angry at her rise
righteousness, forever in her life
till the day she dies
and leaves this world of lies
seen she shall be
heard she shall be
her life a lesson
Her existence a blessing
phenomenal woman
Copyright © Sinmisola Akande | Year Posted 2023
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