Tranfiguration

December 12, 2022

TRANSFIGURATION

When I was eight my mother said to me

Down on her sick bed where she was shivering.

The world is a war room,

stand erect,

And don't live with guilt.

Make money

And be the man I wished for,

But never had.

I took to the part

And started walking

Using the foolishness of my dad as a lesson.

And of cause for ones

He was useful.

And here I am

Standing as a success.

And as the man she wished for,

But never had.

In a world too heartless and civilized

For a woman like her.

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Kolawole Emmanuel

AYORINDE EMMANUEL OLOWOEYO

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