I
Your body
is lying awake at 1:00am as it does every morning
cradling a memory; this time, of a rainy day
sometime in December when your laughter awoke the sky.
Or was it the smell of Dare’s perfume
that time he tasted your skin?
Or was it the awful honesty that pierced the room
when Adele sang Rolling in the Deep?
Once upon that day
you had been a child again
your body, it remembers.
It was the last time it felt something.
II
Your body
is sitting half-perched
on the office chair in the library,
your phones are idly by your side,
they have forgotten how to ring.
Careless papers, empty biros
are making rounds on your clueless table;
and your fingers, on their own
expel their rage on your laptop screen–
Bfgweusugkknlrjtrl;trk;./’rtlF”sb.
Punctuation marks are for the idle minds
and typos are a part of life.
Your body, it now knows
there is no promise in tomorrow
so even when the right words fail,
the wrong ones must suffice
because sometimes
people just want to see you try.
III
Your body!
It merges
with the tears streaming from your eye.
Some days are good, other days are better
but some days are made just for you to cry.
So, your body, it convulses
from the weight of memories within,
haunted by the halo
of hands held and lips kissed,
overwhelmed by the might of stories
untold; about chances you never took,
experiences un-lived
Yet, your body!
It picks itself up from the floor of your bathroom because
nights are for coconut shampoo showers and
mourning the things you almost had.
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This is a piece inspired by Morayo’s poem “Your Body”, in the book Like a Mule bringing Ice cream to the Sun by Sarah Ladipo Mayinka.
Thank you Sheedart for sharing the wonderful book with me. I heart you, big time.
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© The Short Black Girl, 2017.
That was intense! I’ve just started to develop a taste for poems, reading and writing them. Yours is truly a source of inspiration. ❤
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Thank you so much for the warm comment Hagar. Poetry, reading or writing it, can be such a revealing exercise; and I am glad you found the flavour for it. Here is wishing you a most enthralling experience as you journey through the world of poetry.
Thank you once again. I hope to check your page sometime soon. ♡♡♡
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Hay! I’ve forgotten sef. *runs to go look for the poem in said book.*
Anytime, Sugar.
Yes. Yes, our bodies holds so much and will keep on, until it doesn’t.
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Your second paragraph! 👌👌👍
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Wow! I love this piece! I am actually tempted to write a poem on the body! Thanks for the inspiration it’s great reading your poem at the start of a new month!
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Please check out my blog 🙂 I have written a poem called ‘My body’, which is inspired by your poem! Thanks so much for the inspiration!
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Hey there Zoe darling. I am sorry I am replying to this comment very late. It is very humbling to know my own version of this poem has inspired you to write something too. I will be off to check it now! Thank you for your warm comment Darl, i appreciate you. ❤
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Haha thats’s fine! I also haven’t been very active on my blog these days. I have written a couple of poems to put on the blog but they are in Chinese. Hope to write some more in English and also looking forward to read from you!! Hugs~ Zoe
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Wawu. Me, everly astounding me. See what I did there 😃😎😆.
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Haha. I see it Tony, I see it “ME, everly astounding me”. 😅
Thank you for reading. Glad you enjoyed the poem. ♡♡
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In a world where there are so many voices. Many, speaking so much nonsense. When one thinks of the untold stories that are all around us, it’s amazing.
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I tell you Timi, simply amazing! Have you read the book?
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Nope. Intriguing title though. Wanna share?
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Sure! I think you will enjoy it. I will send it to your email address shortly. 😊😊
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Thank you! 😊
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