The stories you told rolled cold sweat from eyes sore
Born a beauty before brutes made you an eyesore
You had sang the song of severed hymens
before your years had reached a score.
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The songs you sang rang a bang on the clang of my metal heart
With bleeding ballads born of beaten egos and swollen eyes
You painted putrid pictures on pallets of my mind.
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The love you gave was gravely gray with gloomy guise
Your beauty buried beneath boundless scars and teary eyes
But all of me to you I give and seek no requite
For a while they see a heart in hopeless hues
I see the strong woman you are
Even after this brute called Life
beat you into colours of black and blues.
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Osalam Wosu is a Chemical Engineering student in Federal University of Technology, Owerri, Nigeria. He hails Rivers state and he writes and reads in his lovely southern city- Port Harcourt. His venture into poetry-writing started in 2017 with him getting shortlisted for the Korean Nigerian Poetry Fiesta award.
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