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I never believed in anything
as much as I believed in you.
I'll never forget you. Your
heartbeat is still in my own.
You taught me how to love.
You taught me patience and
humility and to be kind when
it wasn't deserved but needed.
I need you more than ever to
help find my way back alone.
  Jan 2023 Maria Mitea
Safana
I told you the truth...
Everyone has to decide.
To correct the uproar
Then we taste the red sauce.
There are no more petitions.
Or let's taste a white pear.
But, with no pride
Since we overthrew the rift

Who will go around?
And bring us a hamper.
Except you alone

Our one and only Tinubun
Who he will remember is...
The others should sip some soup.
No one walks on the thorn.
Even as he lifts the world

In our country as a whole
Who is the target?
To pull the nation’s trigger
Then respond directly.
Our tinubun is the one

Who is he, the stalwart?
to inflexibly hold Nigeria
Our tinubun is the one

Who is he, the middle man?
Whom everyone is interested in
I said: "Tinubu is the one."

Who will forgive?
The forgiveness of occupiers
Tinubu is surely the one.
No ethnic differences, as I am Hausa, but I better vote for the Yoruba man because he has a lot to bring to our country, Nigeria. His vision is wider, and his mission has strength.
  Jan 2023 Maria Mitea
Safana
Na fada muku gaskiya
kowa sai ya dau aniya
Don gyara hayaniya
sai mu dandana jar miya
babu sauran magiya
ko mu dandana farar fiya
amma banda fariya
tun da mun kife rariya

waye zaya zagaya
ya riko mana ragaya
sai dai kai kai daya
Tinubun mu guda daya
wanda **** zai waiwaya
yan baya su sha miya
babu mai tako kaya
ko ya dauko duniya

Wai a kasar mu gaba daya
wa ne ne mai aniya
ta jan ragama daya
to ku amsa gaba daya
Tinubun mu **** daya

wa ne ne mai juriya
ta rike nijeriya
Tinubun mu **** **** daya

wa ne ne a tsakiya
wanda kowa na bibiya
Na ce Tinubu ne guda daya

wa ye zai yafiya
yafiyar yan mamaya
Tinubu ne **** daya
Babu bambancin kabila, a matsayina na Bahaushe, yafi na zabi Bayerabe domin yana da abubuwa da yawa da zai kawo wa kasar ta mu Najeriya. Hangen sa yana da fadi, kuma manufarsa tana da ƙarfi.
  Jan 2023 Maria Mitea
Qualyxian Quest
I am not a saint, dear reader
But I have had religious obsessions
I have more hope in basketball
Than Bibles or benedictions

Asia calls my name
In the silence and the sadness
Prayers for Taiwan
Ice and snow and water and flame

Born too late
Married the wrong woman
Fatherhood is joy
Basketball my game

American politics is Chaos
Libraries are quiet
The gun nuts are ******
Her smile still the same

         Just had to get it out

                I do not blame.
  Jan 2023 Maria Mitea
Qualyxian Quest
I was in Poland for a few days
Did not get the job
Warsaw Saw War
Taxis. Winter cold.

This world is a Maze
Lost, frightened, confused
Water seeping in
The politics is mold

I have an allergic reaction
Have to stay inside
From Lauren Boebert run and hide
America grown old

             America Folds
  Jan 2023 Maria Mitea
sandra wyllie
a lot of head space
over him. Recounting every touch,
hanging myself on a memory, swinging
in his clutch. Shrinking inside the silhouette,
smaller than a bead of sweat.

I wasted
so many days in a haze. Weeping
dewdrops, running down my face
in a trickle. Sour
as a pickle floating in a sea
of brine tangled on his fishing line.

I wasted
myself in a bottle of alcohol,
living in this gilded cage, and turning
out page after page every day.

I wasted
my youth
on things that were lies
not truth. Stuck as flies
to paper. This pain does not
ever taper.
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