Men have crawled into me in search of a home
But all I can give is the restlessness of guilt
For inside of me, ghouls of darkness roam
I am the moon with which bad nights are built.
Why do you wear gloom on your soul like this?
Shattering every shred of your inner peace?
They have toured my body in the name of love
And left memories of forced romance and disdain
Pretend not to know what demons I dream of
Speak not as though you feel the heat of my pain.
True, but enslave yourself not to bitter yesterdays
For sweet hope, before your tear-clouded eyes, lays.
When Mother said, “Tell us where they touched you”
I raised my teenage skirt in the cold meekness of shame
But I wanted to show her my battered soul too
As the colour of my grief nears no known name.
Only weak spirits wither away in sight of sorrow
Your strength lies in the hands of a waiting tomorrow.
Living comes at too much of a price
I am in need of a divine song of fire
Agatha says the world beyond is paradise
Let my transition be greeted with drums and lyre.
They might have defiled your holy temple
But listen, in you, the heavens still mumble.
BY KANYINSOLA OLORUNNISOLA