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Yinka Oct 2020
I spill my emotions
I express what I feel
I disguise my pains with words
I distill my words to bits
Fit for you Instagram feed
On your tiny glowing screen
And you call me an IG poet
Yinka Oct 2020
I
Was Startled just by the sound of him
Was Disgusted just by the sight of him

He
Was Everything I would never want to be.
Was way too damaged beyond any repair.

I
Am slightly broken too but not near broken as him
Paused, glanced and saw he looked a lot like me

He
Stared glaringly and sneered at me
Yanked angrily and yelled at me: 'Fix Yourself Now!'

I
Panicked, flinched and nodded in fright
Looked in terror and saw in fact, He was me! ****!

He
Offered a hand to help me up as he shot me a sad smile
Looked at me with remorse, as he gently said:

Fix yourself now that you can be fixed.
Fix yourself now before you are too broken.
Fix yourself now before you **** yourself.
I still get this feeling of doom closing up on me,
And this vision of my older self warning me,
I think he needs to have a word with me.

Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius once wrote, “You could be good today. But instead, you choose tomorrow.”
Yinka Sep 2020
no calls
no texts
not one

no friends
no bro
no one
missed me
Nobody even noticed I was gone, not even her.
  Sep 2020 Yinka
John Destalo
we all have songs
we can’t sing
out loud
they speak for us
they feel for us
they have the
softest hands
that reach so deep
they know things
about us
we don’t want others
to know
they can rip us
apart from the first
note
Yinka Sep 2020
I have a story
That simply cannot be told
At least not by me.
Yinka Sep 2020
As I eyed the book
The pages fly by
I can't remember the words I eyed
Because my mind is eyeing the food.
Yinka Aug 2020
You procrastinate
You are lazy, AF
You are childish


You believe in God, just not that religious.
You pray sometimes, most times you don't.
You listen to music,
you know its a sin. You do it anyway.
You don't drink, you've tasted it though.
You used to gamble
You like to think you would change someday,
just not today, not tomorrow, but soon.
You understand you might die anytime,
even tomorrow,
but you don't want to think about that.
You know you will probably end up in hell,
if you go on this way.


You think you have a unique taste in music
You like hip hop rap, R&B,
and whatever TF Olamide raps - or sing.
You like 21 pilots, Billie, Jon Bellion among others.
You like Eminem, NF, Lil Wayne
You love J. Cole. - Its a Cole world
You resonate with being fake,
You totally get it when J Coles said
"I'm a fake ***** and Its never been clearer.
Can't see me when I look in the mirror"
Except you see yourself when you look in the mirror.


You watch movies
Maybe too much
Mostly series
You hate Yoruba movies.
You hate Bollywood, too much Film tricks


You read
You just don't do much of it
You like classical novels
You hate business books.
You like poetry


You like Nicki M
You admire Shukroh
You have a crush on Tomi
You have never been in any relationship though,
Not because you deliberately choose to.
Probably because you're just so naive,
or because you are broke, like broke broke.
But you are far from innocent.


You have dreams
You think you might be successful
You are not so sure.
You are afraid you won't


You care about what people think about you,
more often than not.
You think you are not normal
You are an introvert,
You prefer being alone.
You hate sympathy


Someone did a terrible thing to you
You don't hate the person
You don't know how you feel about it.
You'll probably never tell anyone about it though


You did something terrible to someone.
You feel this pain in your chest,
that ugly cringe on your face,
every time you recall.
You said sorry, and you meant it


You lied to your parent
You are not trying to hurt them
You just want to spare them the pain,
and yourself of the pain,
knowing they felt pain because of you,
of facing the fact that despite their best efforts,
you are a mess.
You intend to fake it, till you make it.


You are dying
You have health problems
You didn't seek medical help
You can't afford the bills yourself
You won't seek help
You are that stupid


You think you are closing up on doom,
on a downward spiral.
You are your worst enemy
You know you've yourself to blame


You'll always be grateful for Omolara's generosity
You'll never understand Shukroh's heart of Gold.
You are so lucky.
You don't deserve them.
You are thankful


You are trying to critique who you are.
You are sad, maybe depressed.
You want to convince yourself,
this is all part of life
You hope everything will be alright.
In the end.
I'm not sure if this is poetry but...
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