Tell me a beautiful lie,
A false truth,
Tales of fake lives.

Tell me there is hope—
Joy and peace,
That there is love,
Kindness and goodness.

Give me this fantasy
To keep in my arms,
Of a life
I wish we truly had.

— Oyeneyin Olufemisayo A.

It is clear—
Like the sunny sky.
I went through this wrong,
So why must I follow everyone,
Believe their description of Him,
When they never touched Him
Like I did?
I understand—this is faith:
Knowing you might be wrong,
But not caring.
This is it, the final nail—
I shall carve my path,
With Him as my guide,
With pride and strength.
And if I am wrong?
So what.
This is my faith—
My unstoppable force,
My unmovable mountain.
— Oyeneyin Olufemisayo A.

How does he do it?
Why does he do it?
Even through my bladed insults,
My vengeful soul—
He still waited for me,
Leaving a letter,
Waiting for my eyes:
His proof of love.

— Oyeneyin Olufemisayo A.

On this path I walk,
On this road I drive,
I am hit with a question—
Now in His presence:
Where is me?
Must I give me for Him—
The me filled by scars from life,
Who learned and grew from each?
Where is the line
Where me starts
And He ends?
— Oyeneyin Olufemisayo A.