Friday, 17 April 2009

Todoba iyo toban (seventeen of poetry month)- 'Badu'

Back in 97
You defiantly plucked out the worst of my young insecurities
Blew sweet breath
Serenading the sombre khaki coloured weed
Until it turned into a bold scarlet amaryllis
You then tucked it into the crease of your headwrap
Steadying the bleariness of Winter's demise
That birthmark between your eyes released Spring

I never got a chance to say,
Thank you

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