In the process of blocking
The things that hurt me
I may block many other things
But I don't forget you ever
I'm sorry I am just in
Mourning of the loss of
And I'll be sitting here
Maybe locked in these
4 walls blocking the light
In darkness to match my
One day I promise I will be
Back and we will laugh
And maybe even dance
We will be
Be so happy
Being poor takes time
Years before you were born
Being poor is hereditary
Dad ignores your call all day
He knows you are calling for your school fees
Then, being poor becomes analytical
You keep brainstorming in church
Is it a good idea if I pay this offering
Being poor can be romantic
You share a plate of rice with your girl on a date
You dare not order for two
Being poor is a war
An endless battle between your stomach and your pride
Stomach always win
Being poor is observant
You stare at the green Nike footwear in the store everyday
With all lust and faintest of hope
Being poor is emotional
You get mad at complete strangers for not giving you a free ride under the scorching sun
Being poor demand self control
You fight the urge to buy new shoes
Who want to walk miles to work
Till next paycheck?
Being poor is knowing how much everything cost
Being poor is no child's play
Sometimes I beat myself up in your glory,
And sometimes my tears flow like river Nile in your honor.
Your wonders on me are misery and dolor,
And starting over is your judgment.
I know failure is a tool in your hands,
And pain is your mercy.
You are a warlock, who conquers hearts and lands
A general you are, that breaks one in pieces.
You are a pause in success,
And disappointment is your surname.
A predator that preys on even lions,
And auguish is your mercy.
But I know you a soldier that matches me on
Keeps me alive to push harder and harder,
Makes me go further and further,
To struggle, until success is my slave.
Balogun David Tolulope
i was born
with a heart too big to fit
inside my chest
and a soul bigger than my body
so i have chosen
to leave pieces of my heart
in the places my feet have known
in the people i have loved
in the words i have read
in the beauty my eyes have seen
and my soul-
i have scattered it like seeds
and i have left parts of it
in the laughter of children,
in the arms that have held me
and the hearts that have loved me
Dear goddess who i met over the internet.
Dear poetess who wrote me prose after prose.
Dear loner who i bonded with over long nights and coffee.
Dear sweetheart who's giggle shakes my very core even now.
Dear stranger who i know so much about but never met.
Dear hopeless romantic who i lied too.
Dear girl who i never said i love you too.
I miss you whole heartedly, you will forever be my Valentine, my Saint, my only Rose.
Are you lost?
Are you on your way to a dead end?
Drawing a blank when you didn't wanna forget?
Dwelling when your shot misses it's target?
This is the call to bear it when you cannot stand it.
I see you under the foot of a coward
cleverly disguised as an alpha.
The state of the world as you know it
crumbles inside your own hands.
What are you doing? Are you really lost?
Where do you wanna go?
Are you too deep in thought?
This is the call, the call to the hero.
Look the opposition in the face,
will you end all your woes?
Make it known now
that you will not compromise.
You have to make something
for yourself out of this world,
show some fight.