Blame me not
For my cold blooded visit
But for the text in my two palms
The eloquence smiles on my mother's tribal face
The oxymoron of my blissful face
My bodies have covered owu river
My demise now a premise of remising sadness
Blame me not
For my demise, a constant rebirth
To renew my taste of sugared kernel
Am not an Abiku
But a queen in the Atupa land
Where all minds beckons on nuts
Tell me why I shouldn't go?
When my crown replaced with amure cotton
When my sacred tongues of command
Creep under my mother's throats
Blame me not
For the annual festive of yams and palm wine
And the pretended smiles on my innocent face
Blame me not
For the wasteful customized bangles on my legs
And the yearly mark featured on my cheek
And my uproar cries in mid night silences
My spirit ready for sacrificial reunion..
Let me go back
For my ears to hear the noise of constant beats
My nose to smell the aura of burning grass
And my tongues to taste the savoury of roasted bones
Let me go back
For my feets to feel the feets of my friends.
By Olatunde Segun Michael
©2015
