Tag: poetry
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Keep unafraid.
We walk like lions, unafraid. Stroll like kings and queens through sunrise, unending. Someone of us have histories, unknown. Some stories by moonlight, untold. Some of us sing songs, unrecorded. Some dance around masquerades, unrecognized. Some of us carry weights, unbearable. Some march for rights, unequal. Some of us remember names, unnamed. Some sound horns…
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Keep hard truths!
Here is a truth. Cherish your failures. Bury your doubts. Protect your power. Knock on closed doors. Put a stake through your fears. Take what you want. Respect your pain. Let your spirit rise. Stand in your light. Speak with love. Do what stirs your imagination. Never forget that anything is possible. Find the time…
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Keep living mothers, live!
A son found his mother, slumped on the floor one night, stiff, unresponsive. He picked her up, thinking she slipped and fell, maybe from a heat stroke, a stressful day, and laid her gently on her bed. Not before he put a cool towel on her forehead and kissed her cheeks as he bade her…
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Keep writing, your way.
They say you never forget your first. I hope this is the start of many to come. Nothing spectacular to share except that I can now see my words, my writing, my poems, my way, in a journal.
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Keep the blessings of Lucille Clifton!
When my children say your name, Lucille Clifton, I smile. How to carry water comes to mind. How to sail through this to that too. I often wonder how you lived. Lived even beyond your own understanding. A good woman, an ordinary woman, a woman whose voice is light too. I’ll never forget your Black…
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Keep knowing your soul!
I am undoing all that keeps my soul from prospering. All that keeps me buried. I am looking at the mirror to. I know my soul. I am like stars against the sky. Like galaxies bouncing through space. Becoming green as I pass through storms. I know what stirs me. I bow my heads in…
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Keep undoing
I imagine undoing, ending, the woman killing memories of girlhood, in me, unafraid, believing, in nothing, just loosening, trouble, rustling pain, embracing, love, all buried within, like snow, falling rain, liberating my mind Loving this day, I begin, opening, to you, only you, see only you can begin this I imagine, undoing. The bits and…
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Keep knowing I’m not done yet!
As rough as the grains of garri. As smooth as the mold of eba. This collection of lists to keep. A collection of cares so deep. Unclear what I’m doing. But doing so with clarity. Honest, honesty. Of life as a mother. Life as a health researcher too. All in a time of a pandemic.…
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Keep knowing you are still here!
I’ll like to bear witness to 2021. To remain rooted in some way. To all the life we endured. And remind you all to note that we are still here. This year brought me to my knees. Made me wail in ways that I never knew existed. It wasn’t just the death it brought, though…
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Keep ‘I am her tribe!’
Danielle Doby has a beautiful book worth keeping. It’s simple invitation, ‘come as you are’ is quite simply sterling. I am coming. I am coming into a space that allows me to choose in the name of my heart. I am all for a space in praise of my younger self’s quest for life’s light.…
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Keep your seasons, keep your reasons!
I am in my own season, at last. With my own reasons, for me. They call this the age of reason, I laugh. This isn’t a silly season. I know. Just my own season, for me. With my own reasons, at last
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Keep flowing like rivers, loving like quilts!
Nikki Giovanni has a poem called quilts. I read it in her poems and prose book ‘Make me Rain.’ The title first of all is a blessing in disguise, for those hungry to let words flow like raindrops on a cloudy day. Quilts as described by Ms Giovanni to me is like a fast-flowing river.…
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Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 