The oppressed
Shall we ever convince each other that our religions are full of holes and that we lack total understanding and true respect
Love would set us free
Chains can break
Eyes could lock
Arms could embrace
Month: July 2015
I Wil Hold My Pen To Bed, Poetry by Ibrahim Olalere
I will hold my pen to bed
When the day comes with no words for poetry
I will dream of our infant voices
as mother warns us to quit the dashes
Yet we will run into to the kitchen
Hiding and seeking
Happy and smiling
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