The moth seeks moon light But is tricked by lesser lights Quick death beckoning Ife sat outside all evening wrapped in her flowery satin house coat after she had put Emeka to sleep. She watched moths fly towards the fluorescent garden light, kissing the glow of the lamp again and again until they fell onto … Continue reading Moth path
Onye rolled in dirty gritty slime. She locked herself in this dark space, devoid of air, every time she remembered his hands on her body. She peered through the thick storm windows at the other Onye, her hands lingering on the frame. Unable to reach her, she could only wish she was her as she … Continue reading Dark place
Enid tricked this girl Golliwogs were just her dolls Come alive in books The world woke her up 'Watermelon lips' she's called Glass ceilings in place Her heart's untarnished Though obvious ills unspoken Assail her daily Her lips and skin speak "Watermelon girl, you're 'spesh'!" Leave the unread be ❤Aweni Image and poetry ©Aweni Adams … Continue reading Watermelon girl
Never give up!
"Giving up is not an option!" Mother's words echoed as I reached my breaking point. Her words from many years ago became a lifeline that pulled me back to reality. Her darks eyes had held mine unwaveringly as she said them, urging me to never forget. Now, I must muster the strength to survive … Continue reading Never give up!
Letter to a dead mum
Do you now see, Why I was tagged a mouse? Why I shivered when spoken to? Why the angles of my mouth are down turning? Why the creases between my brows are deep as gullies? Why my voice makes no sound, no matter how loud I shout? Why I run off like a dog, tail between … Continue reading Letter to a dead mum
Ignoring the senses
I hang on to his words. I see not, The darkness that he brought, Nor the pink stain on his coat. I smell not, The hate on his breath, Nor her perfume on his shirt. I taste not, The bitterness of his kiss, Nor the blood on my lips. I feel … Continue reading Ignoring the senses
It is dark And darkness shields all things evil It shields his hands His groping and hurtful hands I feel fear, gut wrenching Seeping into my skin and what lies underneath I hear the shallow and rapid beatings of my heart I ask a question knowing there would be no answer "What is this?" I … Continue reading Violated