WHO I AM

Who I am


The body I wash

 You will never clean.

 The hands I rinse many time 

 It will never be out of writer.

 The scriber wrote in indelible 

inks In numbering and imaging. 

 The pictures in a destiny disc

 Once it play is a lifestyle. 

 The drama started in the wombs 

 Pains and panics stage the shows.

 Kudo to my birth mother

 And the hired nurse of my early bath. 

 Hired mummy arested the odour 

 Offensive emitions of my emotions. 

 The body I wash I will never odourless.


By Gbadegesin Akeem Ayodele 
(aka Somideela )

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