Caged

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Can a child who is born for freedom fly when its wings are out? or can a mother whose stomach had housed a child for 9 months be denied her baby's growth? How then can we enjoy the sensation of freedom when we are caged? This is a quick poem that entangles the mystery of imprisonment and it impact on the live of one who are bond and their infinite desire for freedom.


Sitting still on swollen word lips 

Hands on-shore and gaze on steels

I heard their voracious laughter

Cheering my tearful plead

In menace 

"Set my caged feather to sail"

I moan in a voice of unheard harmony


Read also the call


Lazy bird is only lazy in stillness

But potential it will in freedom

For her lips will sing harmoniously

To everything that breath continuously

But in the rings surrounded by white hunters

Her bravery is graciously locked

In her heart's corners


Her stomach craved the tantalizing

Spice of freedom recipe 

Courting down the lips and racing 

teeth Of the difference sloops 

The taste of freedom fits nicely 

On a slave-born 

Sitting under the dark web

Hoping that one day the debt of unsowed 

Wages will be weeded for freedom delight.


By Taiwo Ayeni

©2022


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Freezy morn

I told self, win


Comments

Anonymous said…
It’s a great piece, bro!
The fact that you pointed the reminder of how Blacks were being treated in the society in the earlier days, with the voice of activism in the calls for FREEDOM!

Burna Boy- “Real Life is the one society you’re living free!”
10 September 2022 at 14:07
Anonymous said…
Good work sir 😘
10 September 2022 at 17:33
Pee Jay said…
Beautiful piece
19 September 2022 at 02:45
Pee Jay said…
Beautiful piece.
19 September 2022 at 02:45
Ayeni Taiwo said…
thanks, Indeed I agree with you.
9 October 2022 at 01:42
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