Poems by Dami

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“What is poetry?
To see the world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour”— William Blake

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Slow Eaters

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Change, Food, Inspiration, Poetry, Writing

A buffet party
Eat as much as you please
Make your pick
Or better still, eat what you get
Chef cooks and serves
Food piles like mountains

The fast eaters,
They choose greed
Temporary satisfaction
Only a few actually get the food they want
Some eat in sections
And others garble it all up in seconds
Ending the party all too soon
With a stomach ache

But some are slow eaters
(If they are lucky to get what they want)
They chew for days and swallow for months
I think most of them regurgitate
Party goes on longer for them
If not too long

The almost too late,
They almost never get anything
And if they did, it’s not what they want
They did not enjoy this party
But it lasted a bit
And they had at least a plate

In the end almost everyone sort of gets cheated
But the race is not for the swift
Eat faster so you can have more!
Eat slower and enjoy the moment!
Work harder for the food you want!

The greedy continue to fight for food
But they only get the leftovers and bones
They swallow up so much
That they swell and burst
The slow eaters barely finish one meal
And food becomes overwhelming
I think that they might choke a little too much
The almost too late
Regrets coming to the party
But tries to at least get a decent meal
That his stomach craves

This poem is not about slow eaters
Or fast eaters
Or almost too late’s
Or even food
I myself may have forgotten
Or maybe I’m just hungry
© warrior queen, 2024
Unofficial ode to the black girl

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African poetry, Change, Inspiration, Motivation, Poetry, Women, Writing

eyes like honey
skin like glass
lips like cherry
who’s that pretty lass?

it’s my girl
black and shine
let it ring like a bell
the girl is mine.

© warrior queen, 2024

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Good old days

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African poetry, Change, Inspiration, Motivation, Poetry, Writing

A slowly grinding wheel
moving at the speed of light
how exactly did we get here?
has time cheated us now?
we celebrate a new year
but long for good old days
we look forward to next year
but wish we could go back

is this wheel moving us forward?
or taking us in circles?
are we stuck in a time loop?
or are we on reverse?
are the good days over?
is this our anticipated future?
we dream of a bright future
since sixty five years ago
when will this future come?
or are the good days over?

© warrior queen, 2024
Yellow Walls

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Change, Inspiration, Motivation, Poetry, Writing

It’s the ending of August
Some days past my birthday
Just got into college
With my luggage and my ticket
As uncertain as the rain clouds
I proceed to my new room
I am welcomed by the fuzzy
warm feeling of yellow
Taking in the new view
of where I’ll call home soon
As if on cue, out of nowhere
The sun rays pour in
Through the white windows
Showering me with hope
“I’ll make me a home
In these yellow walls”

© warrior queen, 2024

Poet’s block

Change, Inspiration, Motivation, Poetry, Weather, Writing

I might have a severe case of poet's block 

Suck in the rut
Of unproductivity 
Waiting for a hit of sudden creativity

My pen has long too rested 
My papers are quite blank
The weather looms gloomily 
Into my bed I sank

Uncompleted prompts
Lie dormant on my bed
Can't think up a rhyme
It's all gone from my head

Perhaps I would need 
A change of scenery 
That I may be put
Out of my misery 

© warrior queen, 2024

Artwork of Flaws

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#love, Inspiration, Motivation, Poetry, Women, Writing

Artwork of Flaws

Jealously, she admires her peers
“They all look so beautiful” she says
But loudly clanging in her ears
Are the chains of self doubt filling her with dread

In the mirror, she sees a distorted reflection
“Why can’t I be like them?!” she cries
A shattered mosaic of imperfection
With a heart full of dark remarks, she sighs

Vendors of ‘slim tea ‘ are her new base
Women beauty magazines, her holy books
Like a ritual, she rubs on all bottles of cream
Trapped and caught up in this craze, “I have to look like them”
She’s learned to hate her self and looks

A beauty eclipsed under dysmorphia
A crushed rose wilting under her own fear
Tossing and turning with insomnia
“Will anyone think I’m pretty, do they care?”

Her body to her, a puzzle of shapes
“Why is my nose big and my eyes small?”
Over and over like broken record tapes
“I’m not beautiful in any way at all”

For years has she heard this
Her belief it became
The self hate in her eyes are hard to miss
Internalized scars, she’s not the same

Why are there so many of her?
Crushed in the search for an artificial body
She’s all around us, in the church, in the bar
Hating herself and her own body

Find her now please! Where is she? Look for her!
She’s right there! In front of you, in front of me
Inside of me. She stares back at me in the mirror
Tell her she’s pretty, she’s beautiful

More than the scars and stretch marks
More than the dark circles and eye bags
More than online comments and dark remarks
More than any idea, belief or tag

The uneven tones of her skin
Are like the kaleidoscope
The stretch marks on her body
Are as patterns of an elegant embroidery

Her smile is like the rising of the sun
Her eyes reflect the glint of beauty and love
Delicately sculpted hands
Legs graced as that of an antelope

And when she wears that natural look
Oh! Angels in heaven get jealous
Can you see her blushing?
She’s as pretty as a rose

Take her to the mirror
Tell her she’s pretty
An artwork of flaws
Tell her to smile for the camera:⁠-⁠)

© warrior queen, 2024

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#loveyourbody #dysmorphiasucks
Dance of Life

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African poetry, Change, Inspiration, Motivation, Poetry, Women

Let the drums begin to play
And make space for Arẹwa
Let her dance to the ancient Bata
Play us the afro beats, highlife and reggae
With each beat of the drums,
Let the seeds on our farms germinate
With each stomp of her feet,
Let the soil yield up its best yet
With each twist of her waist,
Let the pregnant mothers deliver safely
With each move of her arms,
Let our men be strong like warriors
With each turn of her legs,
Let our children flourish and grow strong
Like the iroko tree
May our ancestors and past heroes
Witness this very day
May the loving arms of Eledumare
Bless this very day
As we join Arewa in dancing
The flames of the night fire
Add to the heat of the moment
Our sweats make our skins glisten
Glisten like black pearls
The fire flames join us in dancing
As our beads jiggle along with our tambourines
Let us dance with vigour and life!
Let us dance for the mere sake of being alive.

© warrior queen, 2024

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The True Villian

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Inspiration, Motivation, Poetry, Women, Writing

Staring at the ruins you caused
All the things I’ve worked hard for
When the results start to show
You smash the stage and spoil the show

A well gardened flower plant
Groomed it from beginning
When the buds are ‘bout to bloom
You slice them off with no mercy

Filled with sadness and anger
Blood boiling and tears dropping
I sought to find the enemy
And stop all this catastrophe

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the villain in this hall?
My eyes widen with surprise
My own face, stares back at me

Loudly, my heart makes a wail
I’m the villain in my tale
Oh! Cursed with self sabotage
Ruining myself and all my plans

But I’m not the villain you see
It’s my fears and uncertainties
I must overcome this foe
In my image and end this woe

© warrior queen, 2024
Blazing heat

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#weather, Change, Inspiration, Motivation, Poetry, Writing

The heat I feel
Is suffocating
When the weather changes
And the sun is blazing
The floor is so hot
Can’t walk properly
When did a fertile land
Turn to a barren one?
There’s no room for the poor to breathe
And the rich are beginning to cry

Let the poor breathe
Take this heat away from us
Let us feel at ease
The heat is suffocating
All our dreams
The kids want to sleep
And adults want to chill
But the heat is killing
Oh may we survive!

We need that cooling wind again
We need our rivers to flow again
We need our farms to flourish again
We need a breath of fresh air
Pour us that chilled water
Let this heat leave our land

© Warrior queen, 2024
Maze

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Inspiration, Motivation, Poetry, Writing

Lost in the maze of finding myself
So many paths that look like the way
Walked down a path I thought for myself
Was good enough, now I’m stuck at a bay

My book all filled with several red marks
Of plans and dreams that didn’t work out
And here, I sit still staring at the park
Wondering what exactly this life is about?

Thoughts all swirling in different directions
Can’t seem to meet up with society standard
So many mirrors showing many reflections
Of who I’m to be, it’s all a façade

I’m only just growing, learning to live
Although it’s all chaos and uncertainty
Through life’s maze, I’ll learn to weave
Embracing the chaos, finding clarity

Down in my thoughts, in deep self reflection
Life’s like a maze, with so many pathways
You may get lost, and loose your direction
But in finding your path, you get lost in the maze.

© warrior queen, 2024