What is This Poem?

This poem is a poem
This poem speaks of me; it speaks of you
It speaks of our hopes and our dreams
It speaks of days and nights

This poem is not a poem
It is me talking
It is my thoughts
It is my words

This poem is Africa
Continent not country
Large, diverse, populous
This poem can be great; will be great

This poem is Nigeria
Over 170 million people
It is for our struggles
It is for our eventual freedom

This poem is not mine
It is of others before me
It is of others after me
It is of those who have inspired; those who inspire

This poem has no meaning
Make of it whatever you want
Let the words flow however they like
This poem has no point

This poem is for people who are different
Misunderstood and unappreciated
For the injustice that is done to them
For their silent cries in the dark of night

This poem is for my future
The dreams I dream
and the things I fear
This poem is because I hope

This poem is me
It comes from me
It has no meaning to you
But it means a lot to me

This poem is an experiment
This poem is stupid
This poem is useless
This poem is annoying

This poem is simple, it is complex
This poem is ambiguous
This poem is a melange; potpourri
This poem is made up of many elements.

This poem is nothing
It is something; anything; everything
This poem makes no sense
This poem can be what you want it to be

This poem is a poem
Rivers of words flowing
This poem is inspired
By the works of great poets, the lives of people

This poem is not a masterpiece
Thie poem will be forgotten
This poem is not meant to be read
This poem is not meant to be heard

This poem is for children everywhere
Innocent, accepting, loving
Unspoiled; not spoiling
This poem is for the ones that stay that way

This poem is for the creative ones
Writers, singers, artistes, artists
Sculptors, potters, designers
This poem is for those who appreciate art, and those who create it

This poem is for Lagos
City of millions. O ba je ti
This poem is for the spirit of Lagos
This poem is for life in Lagos

This poem is for friends
Holding you along the way
Supporting you when you need them
Saying the truth, even when it’s hard

This poem is for Love
Love, elusive
Love, powerful
Love, wanted

This poem is for escape
Our music, our movies, our words
Going to the mall with friends
Or drugs and alcohol to numb the mind

This poem is for boys and men
Who they say should not have feelings
This poem is for boys and men
Who know that it’s okay to show your feelings

This poem is for victims of rape, of abuse
Silenced by shame and society’s irresponsibility
It is for the ones who have been ignored
The ones who suffer in silence

This poem is for the women, the girls
Who have dreams and pursue them
This poem is for the women, the girls
Who have dreams but can’t pursue them

This poem is for humanity
The men, the women, the transgender, the queer
the lesbian, the gay, the ones called faggot
This poem is for the ones we spit on; the ones we hate

This poem is for the hurt we hold on to
Pain and anger fueling our lives
For forgiving, not forgetting
Letting go and moving on

This poem is mothers and fathers
This poem is brothers and sisters
This poem is family
This poem is friends that become family

This poem is for the change we seek
It is for the future we dream of
Of good leaders and a place to be proud of
This poem is for the patriots

This poem is for the pessimists
Optimists, realist, idealist
This poem is for the balance we bring
This poem is for balance; yin and yang

This poem is for the isms
Feminism, racism, sexism
The boxes, the labels
This poem is for things we fight

This poem is for the extraordinary ones
The ones who fight even when all is bleak
Breaking boundaries and bringing hope
This poem is for the superheroes

This poem speaks of women
Strong and proud
This poem will not be silenced
This poem will not be silent

This poem speaks of the good men
The ones who support women
The ones who stand up for women
The ones who respect women

This poem is for fathers
Unappreciated, under-appreciated
Fathers who stand by their sons and daughters
Fathers who do right by their children

This poem is for me
For the woman I will be
For the things I will do
This poem is for who I am

This poem has no more words to say
This poem has nothing more to give
This poem has come to an end
Or maybe, this poem continues with you, in you

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10 thoughts on “What is This Poem?

  1. I thought this poem was absolutely written in the soul of pains that have come and gone; those lingering, waiting to make people cry; pains that made kids into men and women; pains that somehow spied on every phase of my life growing up.

    This is beautiful and I had to read it twice and assure myself that it was okay not to get emotional. It is just a poem. Or is it? I don’t even know- what is this poem?

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