I STAND: a poem by Yomi Akinlaja




I STAND
Through the pain, intoxication and awkwardness of youth
Sometimes I struggle between the evil of wrong and right
But I stand cos even a broken clock is correct twice in a day
And at the end of the tunnel I always find a light.


I STAND
When poverty enhances my visibility
And it’s hard to see far when you’re sitting
So I stand as hunger begin to birth the great ideas in me
I gird my loins and start sowing so I can reap in abundance


I STAND
So my grandchildren wouldn’t ask me
Why I was crawling when others were running
Then I quickly stand and grab reality
‘Cos it often proves the rest of humanity is insane

I STAND
For I never want my obituary to just read
Daughter, sister, wife and mother:
but words like ‘She shines with the stars’
Soar among the eagles and reign with kings

I STAND
When I discovered my blood is tainted with ink
That I’ve been blessed with the ability to pen my thoughts
A gift giving to many but few choose cos it’s in-depth
Then I stand, grab my pen with pad and pour out my jumble tots.

I STAND
Cos I’m from the land painted green white green
Where sluggishness is next to foolishness
Though I never wish to come down here
Running seize to be an option when I beheld the Land
…………SO I STAND.











Yomi Akinlaja is budding writer who describes herself as a banker by day & whatever God wants her to be the rest of her time.

Comments

  1. This is a wonderful right, indeed we must shine with the stars, or soar with the eagles! well done

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