Dear lecturer
This is a message from a wounded heart
Whose white walls have been stained by the black paints of your actions
Whose tear bleeding heart you squeezed the very day you trespassed the gates of my skin
You ventured into my paradise of pleasure
I was insecure
As I let the quest for an A grade degrade my status from glorious to sinful
Here i lay
A bare black baked body which you boldly not only defiled but devoured
I watered thy money bags with streams of fresh new coins but i guess that wasn’t enough
The 30pieces of silver that lieth beneath my gene was that which your Judas eyes longed for
With every kiss on the nape of my neck
An alert that my worth was about to be debited by an unworthy customer
A confirmation that my apple fruit was about to be tasted by a thief
Yet i let you take the ride
And you car parked right at the garage of my fainting heart
Every thought of you lays like a tattered tattoo on my sorrowfully inked skin
Your skin rumpled hands gripped upon my innocent flesh
My conscience screams “whore” from the inside
Poking my mind each time I catch eyes with yours
This seed of guilt deeply planted grown into a tree of Quiet death
I wish you could see through my eyes
Spy through the windows of my heart
And see self laid portraits of shame
Now i know,
That true joy and contentment cometh from hard work than what’s been paid for
Worth more than a body been laid for
I promise my soul,
Never to lay my back down on beds of shame for a better grade
Because i cant dare stare at my mirrors reflection
After this sane and profane action
By Poetic (Ofem Ubi)
Photo credit: Minika Orok
Tnx mimi