Poet of the Week: Aisha Kabiru Muhammed
Breaking Free There was a time When affection was pain And silence was peace A time where your tongue Whipped and drew blood I once walked on The shards of your Broken acknowledgement My feet bled But you never tended to my wounds You painted shame and grief With my blood And left me […]
Breaking Free
There was a time
When affection was pain
And silence was peace
A time where your tongue
Whipped and drew blood
I once walked on
The shards of your
Broken acknowledgement
My feet bled
But you never tended to my wounds
You painted shame and grief
With my blood
And left me to die
I no longer walk
On the clouds of your lies
Time has frozen and I have become
A phoenix burning brighter
Than the fires you tried to burn me with
I swirl in the mist
Of my own freedom now
I walked through flames
With fire in my heart
And not on my body
The Balance
You are the sky
That harbours hurricanes in its chest
But sends downs gentle nourishment to the earth
The earth with hot lava within its core
Yet the soil above you is cool and lush with plants
A sea with waves strong enough
To wash away islands
Yet gentle enough to be floated on
You hide turmoil
Beneath the smooth softness
Of your being
And smile even though the weight of earth sits comfortably
On the ceramic surface of your heart
It does not crack
You patch it up
And move on the weight
No longer has power over you
You bear it and without
You the world cannot exist
Fragile
We are warriors
Forces that refuse to be drowned
In the sea of horror
That moves and never stops
We are tress
Planted in the same soil
Yet the baobabs resents
The palm tree’s branches
And the palm trees fear the
Baobabs sturdy trunk
We are scavengers
Holding unto every
Piece of love and ecstasy
Till we grow numb
From subdued pain
We hold cyclones in our chest
Yet move with
So much ease like music
In and out of dancers’ ears
Aisha Kabiru Muhammed is winner of the Professor Andrew Nok Poetry Prize. She is a 200 Level student from the Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria.