If You’re Searching|Mariam Odetoro|Poetry
Did i tell you of the Christmas
I wiped the floor clean with my tongue
for love? Begging it to stay?
Or the months after
when i rang Faiza every night
cussing the doctors for not helping.
I swore i had broken my neck,
must’ve been why i couldn’t see the sun
like everyone else.
And then June came and i was twenty two
no money, joy or job.
I thought i would die.
Imagine i never dragged my head
to a dance. Didn’t wait out that month
and the years.
Yes, joy is not here now
but perhaps there is more to stay for?
Another shade of blue to try on?
Perhaps joy, on you?
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Bio:
Mariam Odetoro is a Nigerian Writer. She enjoys long walks to a library and unwrapping book gifts.
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