- For Esther Oluwatoyosi
Your pain is a scathing song on the lips
of a coal — it blows its freezing heat on
your soul. your pain 's an ocean of darkness,
it surges like the fluid of hiv
cos' it drains you pleasantly, pains drain you.
and it is not unwell; pain shows us peace.
So you can cry, beloved. you can cry
all you want. cry like shedding snows or as
shedding rocks, cry than a baby. your tear
is a melodic melancholy soothin'
your excruciating pains because with it,
you find solace and solitude — solace.
Your tear is a blast of breath from the dead:
it's the only freedom, beloved. you
can hit yourself a million time, you can
say you're ill. but you're not unfortunate
like the soil by the beach which spots no shirt —
it loses its essence. your life is one.
and when you need to cry. cry all you want.
it is life itself. it isn't life alone.
"words from the innocent mind"