Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

For those who want to know their worth, know that it promises you nothing but fire. You will discover fire and walk through it. Discover it burn and still pass through it. Many around you will not see the fire and will walk past you and your fire. They will walk and be blind to the fire. You will walk and be burned by the fire and still walk through the fire for this thing you know is you. When they ask why are you burned, say it’s because you now see. Say it’s because life without seeing is death. You are now dead to people who don’t know their worth. Dead to those blind and without thought. Whoever doesn’t see your worth, see their own worth too, might as well be dead to world.

I beg these days to be kind to my worth. Be kind to the fire that still burns. Now that we know our power. Now that we dreamed about it even if to ourselves. The system will exploit you for your worth. Those you also call your own, those who work like they are on their own. One time, you will walk to the top and speak out loud for your worth. You will speak or forever be quiet. They will look and forever be quiet. Look and forever be quiet. For when anyone who knows their worth speaks, those who don’t are forever quiet. We made it through the swamps forever quiet. Made it through fire, forever quiet. They look, forever at this thing called worth, forever still quiet, except now you speak…You speak forever about your worth, dream forever too about your worth, for Onyelo…