I've imagined different versions of you, searching for the mystery behind your essence.
But imagination is a world unbound by reality.
You were the first to make a dream of mine come true—just by being yourself.
I'd read you every day, even as books gathered dust on my shelf.
Beauty and pain are two sides of the same coin,
Which is why I never judge a book by its cover—though sometimes, I don’t know what I’m doing.
Maybe the character arc is just too captivating,
And I want to be a part of it.
Today, you were a safe space,
Welcoming,
Everything I hoped you'd be from the outside.
Layers began to peel,
Revealing more of the real you.
I'd love to create memories with you,
For memories define us,
And I want ours to be honest,
Truthful.
Your energy and cadence command respect.
Yet your body language remains a tough read.
This run is going to need a long stretch.
The night was cold, as mothers cried, fathers lost their pride And husbands, their brides, It was the 400 th year of tears in this land, It began in the 15 th century, The white devil, Freeman Gomez searched for my people and me, Bound in chains as the tears fell from the heavens, I was a thousand miles away from home by the age of eleven, They moved us from Vlekete - slave market to Eyon slave market The chains on my neck were heavy, my stomach was hungry, and my eyes were runny Freedom was the target I was in Ijebu 5 days ago Now in Badagry getting ready to be sold To the point of no return I shall go To survive, I had to be bold The market opened every two days And we were sold for guns, mirrors, cutton and rums, The chiefs were dancing to the white devil’s tune Like they were trying to appease the gods As they dragged us to the beach to board their floating wood I was famished Who knew that we would be the last of 18 million ...
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