HEED THESE VOICES. 

I Am Poetry.

HEED THESE VOICES
ASWAGAAWY:

Our differences in tongues and skins

are God’s gentle beautiful art keen.

Like a caterer turning rice to jollof rice,

fried, coconut or leaving it white.

We are various isles from one island,

We are geckos that echo on one land.
AFROGENIUS:

Tho’ we’re scattered like cast seeds,

a:r hearts’re twined like pair of genes.

I smoked wisdom, puffs of Intels spin,

Listen to voices that’re wisdom filled.

If genesis is not revolution.

Then heed my words for satisfaction.
NAPOROO:

The world`s a grassland to hearth all,

Rain graces the grass and Shrubs tall. Thus, we remain therein to breed,

To empty this earth-full and be freed.

Heed! For peace and unity to rain

blood in the Black and White veins.
JOY:

We wind across the lonely path on

the mount with none but rocky soil.

With arms interlock we aim sky high

and our difference…

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