Two Poems by Shitta Faruq Ademola

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August, 2020: An Epitaph of my grief

I watch how my body begins to fold into the catharsis of the poems in the library of my heart.

for many days, till today, in which i’ve been

swallowing spittle of pains, my body is Lazarus’s tongue

–hotness and the sun’s son.

I have never known weakness until I begin to be wrapped into the rags of mad men.

my body seems to be regurgitating the flesh of my soul – the only solace to this brokenness is poems to write, and summersaults into father’s grave.

I’m 18. yes. an eighteen year old boy with only poems of grief to show the world. 2010, father met his ancestors…

Till today, my diary is a milk of blood: of the tears my eyes have shed for themselves, and the war journeys mother and sister have fought – yet lost a torrents.

still, I wouldn’t know how to spell the transparency of the tears formed in the shore of my eyes,

I wouldn’t know how to carry my legs to the coldness of Antarctica – they are heavyweight.

still, I know this memory will be cascaded into the left eye of my mother’s concubine – who sex her in our eyes & thrusts my sister with fingers.

and if the songs played yesterday is still the diminuendo on David’s Lyre, I will run to my father’s grave and tell him to take me back to where I come from…

When My Father Pounded My Fears Into Hungry Mortals Of Punishment

I became a blood thick coffee in summer.
i became the thousand abuses – of gossips-
/of tears unknown / at the entrance of the door that led to my mother’s grave.

i was the fear that tears, like loaves.
I was the togetherment of bleak drops of melancholic crystals of luquid forming waves across the shore of my eyes.

yes, yesterday, (for the stepmother), i was the joy whose source is a mount of canes. i was a corpse died but living;
the jesus that left without the song of goodbye.

Shitta Faruq Adémólá Is a thug of words- a tug of war, tugging poetry and coffee from his room in Nigeria. He has works in Parousia Magazine, Ngiga Review, Eboquills, Communicators League and elsewhere. He is a late teen that is always seeing something in fair ladies and Scrabbles. Say hi @shittafaruqademola on Twitter and Shittafaruqademola on Instagram.

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