Outcast, poetry by Akintoye Akinsola at Spillwords.com



written by: Akintoye Akinsola


Supplications limited
Making me embalm my happiness
I now stand at the ‘exit door’
Lofty heights unattained

I have romanced fear
Past glory now my future
The false tales of men that forged my path
Now betraying my words

I am now the unwanted fetus of the moon
Its silence louder than words
Yet lesser than action
For my circumcised relevance became my adversary

I hope to birth my fruitfulness again
Where I will pick up my shredded skin
Lay its fragile life in my hands
And nurture it till it wins back the love of all

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